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co-sharkie · 2 months

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The Doctor is In!

Grayson Waller x F! Reader; Austin Theory x F! Reader; Logan Paul x F! Reader

Summary: The boys can’t help but act like they’re hurt so they can see the team medic.

Notes: this ended up longer than I expected lol my bad

Michin was hanging out backstage with you, chatting about the club you were hoping to go to in the next city. You were the main medical professional of Smackdown. Whenever a superstar felt a little out of it, they would go to you.

One of the women you were closest with was Michin. You two always tried to hang out after shows or even just during travel. She also noticed a few boys that couldn’t keep their eyes off of you.

“Medic! Hey!” Logan Paul limped towards you, calling out. He hovered a hand over his knee.

You guided him to a nearby chair so he could rest his knee. “What happened?”

“After my win, my knee just started hurting. Makes it kinda hard to walk.” He dryly laughed. You ignored his boasting. He always tries to tell you about his victories when he sees you.

And yet somehow, he always ends up ‘injured’. “Did you land on it weird at all?”

“Uh… no.”

“Hm. That’s odd. Normally knees don’t just start hurting to the point where you can’t walk on it. Unless it’s something really bad…”

Logan gulped. “Like… what do you mean really bad?”

“It could be a multitude of things. But since you often come to me with knee problems, I’m think it might be bursitis.”

Logan looked at his knee that he held in both hands. Then to you, who looked awfully concerned. Then back to his knee. “What’s the cure for bur–bursitis?”

“I hate to tell you this, Logan.” You sighed. “Sometimes the only known cure to this is amputation. And with how common it is for you, I think it’s past the point of a standard household cures.”

Logan quickly stood up. “Wow, look at that! I’m no longer feeling a ton of pain!” He laughed and kicked his ‘hurt’ leg out. “You’re so great at your job, you know that?”

You smiled and waved him off. Michin watched with her arms crossed. She found the boys hilarious.

“I should really get going, I think I had a backstage interview scheduled soon. Thanks so much for fixing me up, though!” Logan quickly skittered off.

Michin chucked at the sight of the man running off with his tail between his legs. “What a joke.”

“Awe, play nice, Michin. Some people just want to see their favorite medic.”

—

The following week, it was Austin Theory who came to you, complaining about his back. With his ring gear, it was much easier to see his back than it was to see Logan’s knee.

“Hold still, let me check it out.” You said. Austin stood in the makeshift medical room, allowing you to inspect his back.

“Tell me if anything hurts.” You pressed on the muscles of his back, feeling for any abnormalities.

Austin was relaxed under your touch. He always felt calm in your presence. “I heard Logan stopped by.”

“Last week, yeah. Said his knee was hurting again.”

“You are aware he’s faking it, right?” Austin asked.

“Well aware. Told him last time that we might need to amputate his leg.” Austin laughed with you. He wished he could’ve seen the social media star’s face at that moment.

You finished inspecting Austin, and decided nothing horrible was wrong with him. “I think you just took a rough bump. You might have a bit of a bruise, but nothing extreme. You want some painkillers?”

He nodded and you grabbed a bottle from your bag. You shook the bottle over his hand to let a few pills fall. “If you’re still in pain by next Tuesday, let me know.”

“You got it, doc.” He smiled and left the medical room.

—

Michin met you later that night, asking you about how your work was going and asking if you’d watch her match tonight. “So long as no one comes to me with a traumatic injury, of course I’ll be watching!”

Michin smiled. “Glad you can see me kick ass!” You two laughed together.

Grayson Waller came walking into the medical room. He held his bicep as if it hurt. “Hey, (Y/N). Mind checking me out?”

You sighed and shared a look with Michin. Grayson, just like Logan, always came to you with a fake injury. “I’m gonna go get ready for my match. I’ll see you later, boo.” Michin said.

“See ya, Mi!” You waved to her as she left. Turning to Grayson, you notice he didn’t have his hand on his arm anymore. “What seems to be the issue, Waller?”

Grayson hopped up on the examination table. “What happened to calling me ‘Gray’?” He frowned. “I liked that.”

“Oh, y’know. Just trying to be professional with my patient.” You walked up to stand next to the arm you assumed was hurting. “Now what hurts?”

Grayson pointed at his left bicep. “This.”

“Where at on ‘this’?”

“No need to know the specifics, doc. I already know the remedy.” He grinned.

“Oh yeah? And what’s that.”

“You could kiss it better.”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m not kissing your bicep, Gray.”

He threw his head back and groaned. “Why not! What if I said it was my lips that hurt, then would you?”

“No.”

“Cheek?”

“No.”

“Forehead?”

“No. I’d think you’d have a concussion, though.”

Grayson pouted. “Does your arm actually hurt or did you just come to flirt with me?”

“It doesn’t actually hurt…”

You pat his should in reassurance. “Gray, it’s ok to talk to me without faking an injury. You can just find me backstage or text me.”

“But you’re always busy!”

There was a knock on the door to medical. You called for the guest to come in. Kevin Owens opened the door. As he walked in, he noticed Grayson sitting on the examination table.

Kevin groaned and turned around, about to walk away. “Kevin, you’re fine to come in. Grayson was just on his way out, weren’t you, Gray?”

“What, no I–” you gently pushed on his back to urge him off the table. Grayson forced himself off the table and sluggishly walked towards the door. He gave you one last pouty look before leaving.

Kevin glared at Grayson as he left. “I just needed something for a headache, but it looks like you already got rid of the cause.”

—

“You got to be careful with those sells, Austin.” You were massaging the back of Austin’s neck. He came to you saying it was sore. “If you hold a position on your neck like that for too long, it could do some serious damage.”

He leaned into your touch. “Yeah, but at least I can come see you.” He smirked.

“You want to be able to turn your neck, don’t you?” His smirk fell.

The door to medical opened abruptly. “Medic! I think I broke my–what are you doing?” Logan Paul stood in the doorway, stunned by what he walked in on.

“What’s wrong?” You asked Logan. You stopped your work on Austin’s neck.

“Why were you touching him like that?” Logan pointed at Austin as he stared at you.

You walked over to Logan. “Don’t worry about that, what do you think you broke?”

“I didn’t break anything, but I’m about to break his face!” Logan held his finger up, indicating he wanted a fight with Austin.

Austin stood up for defense. “Woah, boys! Hold on!” You quickly got between them and held your arms out, trying to make distance between them.

“Logan, relax. Austin, sit down please.” You tried to mediate the situation as the boys argued with each other. Both towering over you, so you could do little to stop them if they did decide to fight.

Once again, the door to medical flung open. Grayson came stumbling in to the situation, not an idea what’s going on. He looked at each of the boys, who ignored his appearance and continued to argue, before looking at you in the middle.

“What’s going on?” He asked. His concern evident.

You ran out from between the boys and stood next to Grayson. Luckily, neither of them advanced towards one another.

“I was massaging Austin’s neck because it was sore and he wanted help, then Logan came in saying he thinks he broke something but he took this out of proportion and now they look like they’re going to take each other’s heads off and I’m not experienced in sewing bodies back together, please do something!”

Grayson tried to keep up with what you were saying due to the speed that you got everything out in.

Grayson stepped up near the boys, putting a hand of each of their shoulder’s. “Listen, boys. We can all get a massage from (Y/N) as long as we don’t argue.”

“Grayson, that’s not what I meant by fixing it!”

Logan looked between everyone. “Are you kidding me? This is the woman I’ve been trying to court for so long and you just think you can walk in here and act like she’s yours?”

“And she’s yours?” Austin reacted offended. “I was here first, if anyone is taking her out it’s me!”

“Mates, I respect you and all, but clearly I’m her favorite.” Grayson said to the boys. “Isn’t that right, (Y/N).”

All three boys turned to look at you but recoiled when you looked furious. “All of you disappoint me. I am not an object, so don’t talk about me like I am one!”

You stormed towards the door. “None of you will be getting any date from me, and if you have any medical issues, find someone else!”

The door slammed behind you.

—

The strong arms of Michin wrapped around you as you cried into her shoulder. She rubbed your back soothingly, not minding the tears that wet her shirt.

“And to think I felt somewhat attracted to any of them!” Your voice was raspy and you ranted. “Then they just go around, thinking I’m some sort of object! I had no problem with the flirting and the faking injuries and all, but…”

“Shh.” Michin shushed you. “Just breathe, boo. Don’t even think about them.”

You took in deep breaths. “It’s so hard not to when I stared to fall for them.”

Tiffany Stratton came in with a hand full of snacks. “I got your favorites, babe! Come eat instead of crying over boys!”

You smiled and let Michin guide you to the futon of the hotel room. Tiffany set up a drink for you and dumped a bunch of chips on a paper plate.

Both girls sat on either side of you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. You three snacked on chips and talked about everything but boys. These two girls were your life line, and you couldn’t help but love them for all they do for you.

—

Sitting in medical, you decided to organize your bag of supplies as the current match played in the background. It was the week after you snapped at the boys. Tiffany and Michin ensured you were well taken care of on the travel to the next stadium. Keeping you company with food, movies, date nights and parties.

Your counting of supplies was interrupted by a knock on the door. You zipped up your bag and called for the guest outside the door to come in.

Turning around on your stool, you frowned at the face that came through the door. Logan shifted into the room. He held a bouquet of flowers and a small teddy bear.

“Hey…” Logan started. “I wanted to come see you and apologize. For last week.”

“Apology not accepted, please leave.” You turned back around to the desk located in the medical room.

“Wait, I didn’t even get to say my speech–”

“Are you hurt?”

“No…”

“Then leave. I’m not happy with you right now.”

Logan sighed and ran a hand through his messy blond hair. “Yeah, I know that. That’s why I got you these and rehearsed an entire speech to say sorry.”

Logan walked up next to the table. He set the flowers down and put the teddy bear in front of you. “Can you please hear me out? Just for a minute?”

“You have exactly 60 seconds. Don’t waste your time.” You looked at your watch.

“Ok! I know what I, and the other guys, said was unacceptable. I shouldn’t have snapped at you, or at Austin. And I’m sorry for doing that.” Logan took a seat during his talk. “I’m really sorry for making you feel like you weren’t even a person, (Y/N). I really am.”

You continued to stare at your watch. Logan took that as an indicator he still had time. “Ever since I joined WWE, I’ve been basically just entranced by you. You’re incredible and if you’d let me, I’d love to take you out on a date sometime.”

You put your hand down on the table. The teddy bear a mere few inches from your fingers. You still did not look at Logan.

“I’ll accept your apology for now. But that doesn’t mean you can take me out. Just because you apologized, doesn’t mean I fully forgive you.”

Logan held a big smile when you looked at him next. “That’s totally understandable. Thank you for hearing me out, (Y/N).”

Logan stood up and made his way to the door. Before leaving, he stopped and had one last question for you. “This means I can come see you about injuries, right?”

You dramatically sighed. “I suppose.”

Logan fist bumped the air, then left the room and gently shut the door behind him. You laughed. While he did upset you quite a bit, he at least tried to make it up to you.

—

The night trailed on. No one came to you for an injuries and it gave you plenty of time to think. The teddy bear and bouquet still sat at the table, a constant reminder of Logan’s advances.

It wasn’t until the end of the night, after the show was wrapping up, did someone come see you. Grayson gently opened the door with a to go container from catering.

You tried to ignore his presence but he came up to the table you still sat at. “I brought you some stuff from catering.” He said as he placed the box in front of you. He pulled some packaged plastic silverware from his sweatshirt pocket and put it on top of the box. “Figured you haven’t eaten yet.”

You sighed. “Is this your way of apologizing?”

“…maybe.” He clasped his hands in front of himself awkwardly. “I’m not the best at saying sorry, but I am.”

Your silence gave him permission to continue. “I’m sorry for giving you a hard time. You’re one of the most amazing people I know and I don’t like you being mad at me.”

“If you don’t like me being mad, then why did you make me mad?” Grayson couldn’t come up with an answer. “You put all the spotlight on me during your stupid argument with those two. Do you not understand how uncomfortable that was?”

“It was stupid of me, I know. And I’m really sorry.” Grayson’s tone made it sound like even he was upset with himself. “I completely get it if you don’t forgive me, but I want you to know that I am really sorry.”

You finally looked at him. His eyes showing remorse for what he did, a frown upon his lips. “I’m not going to say I forgive you just yet. But I do appreciate the apology.”

Grayson smiled. “That’s ok, I get if you want more time to think about it and stuff. I’ll still be around.”

“I’ll come find you when I’m ready to forgive you.” Grayson’s mood was now uplifted.

“I never got you a drink!” He finally realized. “I’ll go grab you one.”

Grayson made his way towards the door and as he backed out to the backstage area, he said one last thing to you. “By the way, (Y/N), I’ll always wait for you.”

—

It wasn’t until the following week that Austin apologized to you. He waited until after the show, late into the night. He knocked on your hotel room door right as you were about to crawl into bed.

You were upset that someone had come to interrupt your night, and it didn’t make it any better when you opened the door and saw Austin. “What do you want?” You rather grumpily asked.

“Can I talk to you for a minute?”

You rolled your eyes. “Are you trying to apologize?” He nodded.

Sighing, you opened the door wider, motioning him to come in. “Fine, but make it quick, please. I was about to go to bed.”

“I will, don’t worry.” He smiled. He made his way into the hotel room, taking a seat on the chair located across the bed. You sat on the edge of the bed in your pajamas.

“I’m really sorry for what I said. I shouldn’t have said it, and I really didn’t mean it.” His words came out fast. It was almost hard for you to follow. “I know you are not an object and I’m so sorry for making you think you were.”

You stared at Austin, still a little disgruntled. “Why did you wait so long?”

“I wanted to give you time and space. I figured you probably wouldn’t want to see me for a while.” He played with his thumbs as he sat there, under your harsh gaze. “I also knew that Logan and Grayson went to see you last Friday night. Didn’t want to make you listen to all of us the same night.”

You fell back on the bed. “Austin. You were the only one of you three to come see me about a legitimate concern. I expected you of all people to handle that situation maturely.”

Austin shifted in his seat. Staring at the ground never felt so comforting.

“And yet you try to start a fight with Logan.”

“He started it–”

“You’re not helping your case.” You sat back up to face Austin. He looked up to meet your gaze.

“Sorry. I’m just really sorry about this whole thing.” Austin apologized. “You mean the world to me and I really hope you can come to accept me again.”

“Just like I told the other two…” you started. “I accept your apology, but I will not forgive you yet.”

He nodded in understanding.

“You three really upset me with your words and actions. But I am happy you all came to properly apologize to me.”

Austin gave you a faint, soft smile. “It doesn’t matter how long it takes for you to forgive me, I just hope you do.”

“Trust me, Austin. You’ll know if I don’t.” You stood up, making your way to the head of the bed. “Now get out of here so I can go to bed.”

Austin quickly got up from the chair and trotted to the door. “Yes, ma’am!”

—

It was the night before Smackdown. You were getting ready to go out with the girls for some fun in the city. Your phone dinged from a text.

Logan 6:50pm

Hey (Y/N)! What are you up to tonight?

You smiled. Ever since Logan has apologized to you, he’s done a lot better. He only comes to you to talk (flirt) or when he is seriously feeling rough after a match.

(Y/N) 6:51pm

About to head out with the girls. What’s up?

Logan 6:51pm

Just wondering if you would be down to go out Saturday night. Just you and me.

You have been seriously contemplating your relationship with the three boys lately. Their apologies still rang fresh in your ears. The sincerity from all of them was enough to make you forgive them on the spot. But you didn’t.

(Y/N) 6:53pm

Let me think about that. I’ll have an answer for you tomorrow after the show. That work?

Logan 6:53pm

That’s perfect! See you tomorrow ;)

—

You slipped off your shoes when you got back to the hotel room. It was just after midnight when you got back. You were exhausted and about to go to sleep in your clothes.

You finally turned on your phone after ignoring it for a few hours. There were a few notifications.

Austin 8:30pm

Hey, I’ve been thinking about things for a while and I wanted to talk with you. Do you have time to call?

Austin 9:13pm

Gray said you went out with the girls. Give me a call when you can?

Grayson 9:45pm

having fun? i saw michin’s instagram post

Grayson 9:49pm

btw you looked really beautiful

Grayson 9:51pm

you always look beautiful but purple just looks really good on you

Grayson 10:03pm

we should hang out some time? i know a really good restaurant around here

Too exhausted, you turned off your phone and crawled into the new bedding recently placed on the hotel bed. The fresh, clean sheets sending you right to sleep.

—

When you woke up, the sun shone through the sliding balcony door. You forgot to close the blinds before leaving last night. You rolled over to check the time on your phone. The notifications from the night prior still on the Lock Screen.

You rubbed your eyes at the intense brightness of your phone. Unlocking it, you ordenes your text messages.

(Y/N) 10:42am

Sorry, got carried away last night. Did you still want to call?

Austin 10:44am

Yeah. That’d be great. I take it you just woke up?

(Y/N) 10:45am

Yeah lol

Austin 10:45am

Don’t worry about calling me yet then. I’ll let you wake up first :) call me later!

(Y/N) 10:46am

You’ll be hearing from me soon then :)

You took your phone and rolled over to face the window. The sun shone brightly into the room, reminding you that it was morning. You closed out of Austin’s chat and opened up Grayson’s.

You smiled at his text messages. He tended to have a hard time complimenting other people.

(Y/N) 10:51am

Thanks Gray <3

(Y/N) 10:51am

What restaurant are you talking about? I might be interested…

Not waiting for a reply, you set your phone down and went to start the shower.

—

You finished up in the bathroom then made you way back to your phone. You wanted to call Austin, but Grayson’s messages popped up.

Grayson 10:54am

welcome back to the land of the living lol

Grayson 10:55am

the place i know is korean bbq

Grayson 10:55am

but i also know a place that has some really good pizza if youre interested in that

(Y/N) 12:01am

Both sound pretty great! Did you want to go this weekend? We can invite Austin.

Grayson 12:03am

i was hoping it could just be us?

(Y/N) 12:04am

You make it sound like it would be a date……..

Grayson 12:04am

kinda the plan lol

Grayson 12:05am

i been hoping to ask you out for a while now

You took a deep breath. Two boys asked you out for this weekend. And you were sure when you call Austin it would be three.

While you knew these boys flirted with you a lot, you never thought it would get to the point when they would actually ask you out on dates.

You clicked on Austin’s contact and pressed the call icon. The phone rang twice before Austin picked up.

“Hey!” He seemed elated that you called him.

“Hey Austin. Sorry for not calling you sooner. Just had one hell of a night.”

Austin’s laugh met your ears. “No, don’t be sorry. I saw Michin’s posts. You looked like you were having a ton of fun.”

“It was a lot of fun…” you trailed off. “So, what was it you wanted to talk about?”

“Oh.. uh..” Austin seemed to immediately get nervous. “I wanted to just let you know something.”

“I’ve been holding it in for a while, but after feeling like I almost lost you, I’m ready to officially tell you.”

You stayed silent at his pause. Your silence made Austin feel more nervous, but he swallowed back the fear.

“(Y/N), I’ve been basically in love with you since you first helped me. Since you helped me with my busted knee, I’ve been attached to you.” Austin sputtered out. “And I understand if you don’t feel the same way, but I want to just shoot my shot.”

Austin took a deep breath. “Will you go on a date with me, (Y/N)?”

You stared at yourself in the mirror that hung above the dresser in the hotel room. You met your own eyes as you thought about how to answer this question.

“Austin, I-”

“You don’t have to answer now if you don’t want to.” Austin said in an attempt to comfort you. “I can wait however long you need.”

“Yeah, just give me a little bit to think this over.”

“Of course.”

“I’ll see you tonight, though. Bye, Austin.” You exchanged goodbyes before you hung up. You fell back on the bed.

The phone that was once resting beside you was now at your ear as you made another phone call. This time, to Michin for advice.

#wwe x reader #grayson waller x reader #wwe fanfiction #Logan Paul x reader #austin theory x reader

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onyourhyuck · 2 years

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Reflections | L.DH (M)

prologue- “what do you think our children would look like?” + “I’m such a coward. Fuck it.”

tw- friends to lovers trope, they’re kinda oblivious to their feelings especially y/n, haechan is whipped as hell. mentions of smoking, drugs (like weed) and alcohol. university mention. y/n is a smart good girl and haechan is sorta the mischievous boy in her class that causes trouble. Honestly just a cute fluff romantic scenario <3

notes- heavily inspired by the song “Reflections” by the neighbourhood.

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“Fuck off donghyuck!”

your face scrunches in multiple wrinkles, frowning at your friend who has been a pain in your ass repeatedly by constantly pressing on your laptops keyboard which would mess up the article you will have to present in your psychology class tomorrow. you are pulling a fortnight for this piece of work and when you told your friends that you were busy that you can’t attend jaehyun’s party; one of your ‘friends’, not sure if you can call him one anymore considering he’s such an asshole right now.

Donghyuck voluntarily said he will help you out, since he’s already done this project (early) you agreed but little did you start to regret it quickly when he was simply distracting you from finishing it. Right now the time is about 4.00 am and it’s causing you to have a minor breakdown.

just a little university minor breakdown that will leave you pulling at your hair and scream, kick and maybe even few tears if it worsens.

The boy looks up at y/n flashing her a deviously smile as his voice coos singing. “I been trying to do that if you haven’t noticed, babe.”

Lips left out a small Ugh, he hears you push his face away with your flat palm as your attention turns to your laptop, pressing on the keyboards again. He whines blowing out raspberries.

“Someone’s stressed..” he sang again as he brushes forth his fingers in your hair, flicking it in the air one curly strand by another. You close your eyes letting out a harsh exhale, god you pray he just happens to pass out but knowing donghyuck- he’s a freaking nocturnal animal.

He never sleeps you swear.

“Donghyuck I would lovingly appreciate it if you… get out of my dorm.” You spat warningly. He pouts watching you. “But you said I could stay.”

“Yeah because I didn’t think you’d be a pain in my ass.”

“You should thank me I’m entertaining you.” He sassily retorts sitting up on your bed, he crawls behind you where he pushes you away from your laptop and takes it; he begins to slowly type humming. “Look I’ll help you, I can tell you’re struggling.”

you sigh. Was it really that obvious? Out of all people donghyuck really can read you as if you were a tracing paper, you were as transparent as anything; maybe it’s because you guys are closer than you would actually like to admit. People would often mistake you guys as a loving couple, hell some thought you were married considering the amount of bickering you guys do. It’s reached the point where your parents and his parents genuinely wish to see you everytime you’re with another.

As you would watch the serious expression on your friend next to you, you felt slightly like a burden. You grunt in protest reaching to snatch the laptop. “Let me do it I’m almost finished anyways—“ he would pull the laptop from your reach. “No, take a rest.”

you frown. “No I’ll finish it, hyuck.” you said back as you crawl to reach the laptop but in the end you were faced with the most stubborn boy you known to existence so you ultimately gave up with a gentle sigh. instead you place your head on his lap as he types away the last bits of words in your article.

haechan looks down at you with a soft smile, he softly pats your bangs away from your face before saving the article. he couldn’t help but tilt his head, humming.

“you know…what do you think our children would look like?”

you open your eyes, raising eyebrows at his sudden question. you croak a short smile, scoffing. “suddenly?”

he gives a soft nod. “genuine question.”

“I think they would be troublesome. Especially your children.”

he gasp slightly offended. “Uhm excuse you y/n my children are perfect just the way they are.” you snicker as you reach forward cupping his face, squishing it a little. “as if, more like devil’s offsprings.”

“What if we had children together.” he trails quietly and you softly pause, letting go off his face. “You mean…if me and you had a child together?”

he nods. “Mhm what do you think they would be like?”

“Non existent… I dunno.” you slowly shrug it away but he pouts with some sadness lingering. “Come on answer seriously.” He tells y/n as he saw you sit up on the bed. You look around your room warily.

“what do you think then?” Y/n asks the boy.

He would push the laptop on the side as he lays on the right side of your bed and you would follow his body on the left side, leaning a gap in the middle between your bodies. There was a share breathe took in. Haechan would look at y/n as if she was the missing piece all along. Though this was obvious to all of the uni campus, to y/n it was like a non existent fantasy that would never happen. You met donghyuck at your first year as freshmen, you transferred from another uni few months after and since you were the new girl, everyone wanted to be your friend. Haechan laid eyes on you when you were chosen to sit next to him in psychology and he swore he never fell in love so quickly.

It was love at first sight for him. You started as sweet friends who grew to slowly pick up a bickering relationship where you constantly play fight like small children. You think of him as someone always up to no good, a boy who is stuck in his sixteen years rather than twenty one. Not only was he the type of boy to get into trouble, he did hang around the wrong people who were bad influence.

he would get into lots of police trouble and at some point he skipped school so many times to comprehend. Yet every time something fucked him over, he calls you. Whenever he was drunk to his bones, he calls his top pinned saved number under the contact name ‘my saviour’, which is you. When he hit the darkest time of his life where his mother happened to be severally ill, he isolated himself away from the world.

who was the one who never stayed away no matter how many times he pushed people out of his life and cut them out numerous times? It was always you. No matter how much you argue with him, no matter what he does to annoy you and become a massive headache; you really can’t help but think you’re fated to him. It was a blessing and a curse.

He was your reflection. You were his reflection.

The reflection of all those bad things he has done, the hard moments in life he overcame (all thanks to you)— you were exactly that, the proven moment of how far he’s come and changed thanks to you.

“I think our children would be adorable!” He exclaims with a short smile. “I’d like a little girl that looks like you.”

“Too bad I really want a boy.” You reply back and he immediately disagrees. “No way, having a daughter is way better.”

You shrug flicking your fingers on his loose wavy hair, not lying but you always found his natural hair so attractive, the way it was wavy and curly in some areas, it covered his eyes most of the time and whenever he came to class half asleep he would barely have time to brush it; yet you loved that. His imperfections were his perfect traits.

“You’re rather serious about this topic. Did you fall for me or something?” You joke out.

He falters at your words with slow hums as he never broke eye contact with your lips. Haechan was quick to catch himself staring a little too long, so he turns away to his phone to look at the time.

“Oh shoot it’s already 4.50.” He loudly barks sitting up. “We have class in about four hours, you’ll be a total zombie if you don’t sleep now.”

You raise your eyebrows. “What about you? The boys dorms are locked already and so are the girl’s dorms. Will you just sleep at mine?” He smirks making himself comfortable on your bed as if it was his own. “You bet I am. Lay down and go to sleep already.”

“Okay dad relax, gosh.” You grumble. The moment your body was sleeping next to his you seem to have fell into a comfortable slumber. something about being in hyuck’s presence makes you feel safe…

Your body relaxes underneath the bedcovers as your lamp was turned off leaving the room cover by the midnight darkness. He was wide awake staring right at you as he lays on the side to watch your unconscious face. Smiling to himself ear to ear, the little moles on his beautiful melancholy skin stand out in the blackness of the dorm. he’d slowly run his fingers down the sides of your face, brushing the little hairs from your fringe away,

The softness of your cut bangs prickle the fingers a tiny bit, though he never minded it. your gentle breathes leaning your flaring nostrils were cute to watch, and somehow he found himself admiring your raw beauty. Messy hair, no makeup leaving only your bare face, loose tomboyish clothes that suit your figure well.

he felt like he was too close to stars, just by being with you. you were the planet that was resolving round the sun.

Haechan didn’t realise it until he was far too in the situation, his lips were subconsciously closing in the small gap between you and him; he marks the open cheek leaving a wet smooch. the kiss was short lived when he slowly backs away, with a proud smile on his face. those strong feelings only grew stronger and he felt some sort of clarity from it.

he didn’t have the courage to do anything he wished to do and say when you were wide awake. But when you were asleep, he can’t surpass on the opportunity revealing itself. Yes, he was a coward.

A coward that couldn’t express his hidden feelings that he developed exactly four years ago.

But the moment he saw a glimpse your eyelashes fluttering, your eyes adjusting to the darkness where you saw haechan’s face hovering over yours. He stands frozen like a statue, dead silence. Y/n must’ve felt her stomach twist and turn, overburden by massive butterflies flying around to escape the lower abdomen. Heart skipped a beat in unison. Breathing was on holt, making you forget how to breath.

He didn’t want to be caught. He didn’t want his relationship with you change, as much as he craved a change, he was scared of it happening in reality. Haechan would rather keep fantasising about it in his head treating it like a delusional crush that will pass. Because he never knew somebody like you.

He would rather know and keep you around instead of using you because of his personal romantic feelings he holds deeply for you. He knows you don’t feel the same way, so what was the point of confessing exactly to you? The only answer was rejection from you. He wouldn’t want to lose you just because of his selfish feelings he has.

Caught by surprise when two cold hands crawl on his sharp v-jawline, with a strong force pulling him softly in on warm lips. The boy lets out a small gaping gasp that your ears picked up. You pull away from the small kiss you gave him, watching him lovingly under the bright moonlight creeping in through the windows behind your back.

Haechan eyes you hungrily, like it was a dream of his, honestly speaking he gaslights himself to believe this was just a dream of his happening; the boy lightly pulls you by your waist underneath the bed duvet covering you both. Captivating your lips in another kiss, but this time it was much more passionate. He was taking little control over time, he explores your tongue inside and out as well as your soft lips that smell of vanilla chapsticks you always put on your lips durning class.

Who knew he could get so addicted on the fantasy he could only dream about? The real deal was so much better than haechan could ever imagine. You were his bane of existence knowing that you’re going to be the death of him. He wonders what did he do in his past life to deserve such torture for over four years, pretending to not have any feelings for you. Having to deny them to his best mates.

Having to watch you speak about guys you were finding attractive. Hell he even watched you go through a breakup once and that is what pained him the most. He fought your ex and you ended up getting pissed at him, because you weren’t aware of his feelings he held for you. Haechan swears he’d never dare make you cry. It’s the last thing he wants to do to you.

Y/n’s lips quiver against the aggressive synchronised movements as you wrap your fingers round his beautiful long curly locks. He breaks out the kiss, murmuring words you couldn’t ever imagine.

“I’m such a coward. Fuck it.” He tells to no one specific but only himself, as if it was a pep talk.

“I love you, y/n.”

Brave words coming to the surface just like the colour rushing to his cheeks, thankfully the darkness covers it enough that you wouldn’t be able to see how nervous he was to the point he would be blushing like a twelve year old boy confessing to his first love; the giddy little feelings you’d thing was left behind in his puberty years, weren’t really gone.

“Hyuck..” you mutter as you watch him, seeing the girl’s eyes tremble a little as your fingers slowly unlock from the hair. You trace your hands around his face bringing him in a warm embrace close to your necktie where he rests just above the chin.

He was preparing himself for a rejection. Closed eyes shut as he enjoys the last embrace that he managed to make himself believe that it was the last time he will ever see you, ever speak to you and the humiliation will traumatise him truly. He was scared.

But when your soft voice haunts his mind with a twist of words that he never believed at first before his pupils open wide, face rushing to the surface to watch you as the only light source was from the bright full moon.

“I love you too. Always have.”

Maybe…maybe this wasn’t a dream. Haechan prays it wasn’t.

He never knew he found someone that fell just as hard as he did, because the moment his eyes laid on round bambi eyes he swore he saw his own reflection in your eyes.

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hyunverse · 1 year

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midnight existential crisis ꔫ seungmin

best friend!seungmin && reader.

genre — fluff, drabble.

warnings — vomit.

about — you and your best friend have a talk about the future.

note — hi!!! first request for skz, kinda nervous. hope u enjoy this bubba ^_^

part two here.

"oh my god i feel disgusting," you cry out, placing down half a slice of pizza.

several boxes of pizza are stacked on the table, some empty and some not. you managed to finish most of them, leaving only two boxes full.

seungmin merely watches — partially amused. out of boredom and greed, you decided to buy every topping of pizza available in domino's. he had told you that it's impossible to finish them all, but you insisted — said that it's possible if it's personal-sized. after three hours, he's currently basking in the glory of being able to say "i told you so."

the couch dips at your weight as you sink down, whining, "it's not fair. you barely ate any."

he shrugs, "i ate like three boxes."

"you have no ambition!"

"are you seriously insulting me for knowing the capacity of my own stomach?"

you loathe how seungmin always seems to have a rebuttal. he always has witty comebacks, yet so composed — it's his role in your shared apartment. amidst the calamity among you, hyunjin, and felix — he's always been the smartest one despite his own chaotic shenanigans. it's the very reason why you get along with him best.

"my god, minnie," you whimper, hand gently rubbing your bloated stomach, "one push on my stomach and my insides will immediately burst out."

a complete mistake on your part. it's not seungmin if he isn't constantly searching for ways to annoy you. before you know it, his hands are attempting to push your stomach. as you try to avoid his attacks, the two of you laugh, and laugh — until it slowly turns to silence. a homely type of silence.

“feet,” seungmin breaks the silence.

you’re laying on the armrest of the sofa, him as well but on the opposite. legs stretching out — his feet are now on top of yours. menacingly, he pinches your foot with his toes. you yelp out, kicking him in the shin in process.

“annoying ass!”

“at least i have an ass,” his response has you fuming in the inside.

“fuck you, i can’t wait ’til hyunnie and lix comes back.”

seungmin glances at the clock, eyebrows furrowed, “it’s midnight and they’re not here yet. . . they’ve literally been out since morning.”

a heavy sigh slips past your lips, and you sink yourself even more into the sofa. you wish the whole earth could swallow you alive. you, and the pathetic feeling harboring in your chest.

“it’s valentine’s day, hyunjin and felix both have dates,” you say, “why are we staying in?”

“‘cause we’re bitchless.”

“why are we bitchless? like, i don’t get it,” you add — seungmin could tell it’s the beginning of a long midnight talk, “felix has so many friends that he could go out with a different friend every other night. hyunjin gets both dudes and chicks, he gets asked out every week. why am i alone? like, what’s wrong with me, minnie?”

your best friend props up his body with his elbows to get a better look at you. he doesn’t answer your question — knows you well enough to know that you don’t actually want an answer — you just want to ramble. and he’s there to listen.

“i feel so lonely, seungmo, so lonely. i feel like i’m going to die alone. i can’t pinpoint what’s unlikeable about me, really. you, however. . . so many people like you, y’know that? have you ever considered, i don’t know. . . freeing your schedule to date? not be too stressed over college?”

the question causes seungmin to plop back down onto the leather sofa. he buzzes his lips together. it isn’t the first time he’s heard the statement, truly. the people he has casually dated has told him that he’s too driven by college, that he’s too determined.

“i don’t want to change that part of myself just so someone would date me, y/n,” he exhales the breath he didn’t even realize he had been holding, “i want to be loved without feeling like i’m begging for it. and we’re almost done with our degree, too. so, what’s the point anyway?”

you shoot up in your seat. a nauseous sensation starts to creep up your system — your legs move before you could think — suddenly you’re bent over the toilet, vomitting out all the food you’ve eaten. seungmin isn’t too far behind you. by the time you’re hunched over the toilet, you could feel his larger hands massaging your shoulders and rubbing your back.

“let it out,” he says, voice hushed.

once you’re done, the raven head helps you. he turns on the sink for you, even grabbed a couple tissues for you.

“we’re almost done with college,” you cry out, sitting on the bathroom floor with teary, red eyes and a snotty nose.

seriously, the dominos workers must’ve drugged the pizzas with something to make you so emotional.

“it’s our last semester, seungmo,” you add, sniffling.

obediently, seungmin sits beside you. he gently pushes your head down onto his shoulder, letting you cry out all your emotions.

“it’s so scary, seungmo, too scary.”

“of course it is scary, it’ll only get scarier as days pass by.”

“i feel like i’m the only one with no life plan. i know felix wants to work at a bakery once we graduate, and hyunjin’s going for interior design. i know you have plans too, no way you don’t,” you ramble in one breath, “i genuinely don’t know where i’m going after college. it’s so pathetic.”

seungmin shrugs, “i don’t know what i’m going to do either.”

“what?”

“i’m having second thoughts about my major.”

your lips purse into an ‘o’. a part of you feels bad for seungmin, considering you know how hard he studies, but a part of you feels relieved that you’re not the only one.

“that’s a huge yikes.”

“it is,” seungmin huffs as he rests his head against the blue tiled walls, “but i guess that’s that. sometimes the plan you initially plotted just doesn’t suit you.”

you nod at his words, “wow. we’re bitchless and jobless.”

it’s all pathetic — crying and vomitting at the thought of the future but someway, somehow, having seungmin by your side makes it less lonely. less scary, even by just a little.

“you ever thought about how your burdens are truly only yours and cannot truly be shared?” seungmin asks in a matter-of-factly tone.

your stomach churns at the statement.

“yeah. . . all the time. i feel like you could share your feelings but it’s only to get it out of your system. at the end of the day, all the burden is only yours.”

seungmin shuffles in his spot, hugging both his legs to his chin.

you sigh, “i’m always here for you though.”

a soft smile paints seungmin’s visage. his hand reaches out to pat your head.

“me too. you’re stuck with me until we’re both wrinkly on our death beds,” he jokes, “i don’t think i’m moving out once we graduate. i think i’m staying, i’ll find something to do in this area.”

you nod again, looking up at him. your eyes meet his — he sends you a reassuring smile. as if to say — “i’m with you, we don’t have to rush.”

for the first time in months, you genuinely feel reassured.

“me too, then. i’m staying.”

the night goes on — the clock constantly moving but neither of you does. you talk about nothing but everything, about how you used to be passionate about many things, how seungmin actually wanted to get serious with his last date but was ghosted, how hyunjin’s probably getting laid while the two of you wail and complain. it’s fun, and sad at the same time.

when the clock strikes four, two bodies are entangled on the bathroom floor, slightly snoring. the sight leaves hyunjin utterly confused when he walks in.

“what in the world. . .” the long-haired boy mumbles, tilting his head as he watches, “yongbok! you need to see this!”

the pitter-patter of footsteps could be heard as felix approaches, arms still busy taking off his jacket.

“what? oh wow— bestie goals.”

hyunjin chokes back his laughter, not wanting to wake any of you up, “i’ll carry seungmin to bed, you carry y/n?”

“okay.”

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sluttywoozi · 2 years

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Summary: Changbin makes an interesting discovery when you walk in on him about to take a shower, and you both learn things about each other. Very interesting things.

Rating: M (18+) | Word Count: ~4.2k

Warnings: softdom!Changbin wears your panties, cocky and kinda pervy changbin, size kink, mutual masturbation, wap reader (what’s new), lil bit of humiliation kink, panty sniffing/licking, panty stuffing, Bin is obsessed with ur pussy (and you), fingering, oral f. rec., squirting, restraining (he holds reader down), breast and nipple play, manhandling, unprotected piv sex, breeding kink, slightly rough sex

Notes: semi established relationship, reader has breasts and a vagina, no gendered petnames or pronouns used, he wears ur panties and tbh i think mine might be too big for him but let's pretend his ass is just so phat he can fit any size

Changbin’s about to step in the shower when he hears the lock turning and your heels being kicked off. You’d said he could use his key and hang out until you get home, and he hopes you won’t mind him using your bathroom.

He’s also maybe hoping you’ll join him.

He’s just been missing you lately. His eyes slip shut as he pictures you, and how the water and bubbles would trail down your skin, flow over your breasts, slide on your stomach, only to get caught by his hands. They’re still soapy so he doesn’t move them lower yet, brings them up to roll your nipples between his fingers, pulling gently before cupping both of your breasts in his palms, pushing them together so the water rinses them clean and he can chase the droplets with his tongue.

Changbin's got one hand on his dick when the door opens, and the lace under his palm sends fear straight into his heart. Fuck, he’d forgotten he was wearing these, he’s not ready for you to see him like this yet!

But it’s too late, you’re already in the doorway, stripped to your white underwear and blinking against the steam of the shower, cocking your head at the pink lace your boyfriend’s dick is inhabiting.

“Are those… mine?” You ask, your tone even.

He can’t tell how exactly you feel, if you’re grossed out or shocked or disappointed or-

Wait.

Changbin catches your eye, squeezing his dick and watching how your breath catches, your eyelashes fluttering and your pupils expanding.

Are you turned on?

He tries to swallow the smirk, but it’s audible in his voice as he responds, “Yeah, baby, they’re yours. You mind?”

Snapping the waistband against his skin, he ignores the way the middle seam digs into the seat of his balls, and waits.

You move closer slowly, your eyes locked on how pretty the pink looks against his skin, and your hands rise of their own accord to rest on his chest. They pet his pecs, your thumbs brushing over his nipples, your nails digging in a bit as you drag them down his abs. Your fingers are callused, your palms warm on his skin, and Changbin shivers when your fingertips catch on the elastic on his hips. One finger wiggles below the band, pulling and watching it snap back, smiling at the bucking of his hips.

He's already fully hard, dick pressing against the fabric of your panties, balls trying to escape as they get heavier, when you say, “You know, I have some others you could try, if you wanted.”

His heart jumps into his throat, smug grin splitting his face when he realizes it.

“You like this,” your mouth opens to deny him, “you like how my dick stretches out your panties. I bet you wish I was stretching you out instead, huh?”

He prowls closer to you on light feet, shutting off the shower, advancing toward you until you back all the way out of the bathroom. Your legs buckle when you hit the bed, your eyes wide on him and your hands held together tightly in your lap.

He reaches out, taking hold of your chin in one hand, thumbing your bottom lip and leaning in close enough to kiss you.

His tongue slides over his thumb and between your lips to glide against yours before he pulls away, stepping back until he’s out of reach. You try to follow him, your eyes half closed and your body tilting forward, hands clasped together atop your thighs, and he stills you with a palm to your sternum.

Your eyes flutter open, and his thumb leaves your lip to smooth away the wrinkle that rises between your brows at his distance.

“Before I fuck you – and I will, baby, I promise – you’re gonna watch me,” Changbin begins, letting his hand cup the side of your face and his thumb sink back between your lips. You suck instinctively, and Changbin groans at the feeling, knows well how incredible that mouth is on his cock, but that’s not part of his plan, this time at least.

“You’re gonna watch me make myself cum all over your panties, then I’m going to fuck you with my fingers and tongue until I’m hard again, and then I’m going to stretch you out on my dick, just like I know you want. That sound good, baby?”

You can only nod, your mouth still occupied by his thumb, and Changbin swallows, shifting one hand to press against his hard-on, gasping at the friction of the lace on his sensitive skin.

Your eyes grow soft, hazy, at the sight of his dick encased in your panties and held tightly in his hand.

He lets his fingers drift along the length, holding your gaze and moaning openly when he squeezes the head, feeling precum seep out to dampen the fabric.

He pulls his thumb out of your mouth to hold his palm in front of your face, catching your eyes when they flit up to him inquisitively, and smirking as he says, “Lick.”

Your tongue peeks out tentatively, skimming the skin of his palm, and Changbin tilts his chin up to stare down his nose at you, “You can do better than that, sweetheart.”

Pouting up at him, you press your tongue flat to his hand and drag it over, licking until his palm glistens. He tugs at the waistband of your panties, shifting them down over his dick, jumping when the elastic pops against the top of his balls. He’s already leaking more precum, smears it over the head of his dick and pulls it down the length, friction eased by your spit on his palm.

Fuck, it feels good after the teasing of the fabric on his dick all day. Feels better than ever, honestly, with your eyes on him, knowing you’re probably getting wet enough to soak your own panties. Huh, maybe he should…

“Baby, take your panties off,” Changbin waits for you to slide them down your legs before finishing, “now give them to me.”

You hand them over reluctantly, feeling your cheeks heat knowing that you’ve been wet since you first saw him in the bathroom.

The embarrassment only grows when he presses them to his face, staring straight at you with hooded eyes, taking in the scent of you and feeling his head grow fuzzy.

Shit, Changbin wants to get his mouth on you already, but his plan…

This will have to be enough for now, he thinks, licking at the sodden fabric and groaning.

You always taste so fucking good and he should’ve known this wouldn’t be enough and fuck he needs to get his tongue on you, but Changbin has always prided himself on his willpower, and he can’t give up now.

So he releases the fabric, wrapping it around his hand and wrapping his hand around his cock, swallowing a whine at the feeling of the slick lace dragging against his skin. He’s hard as fucking steel, throbbing and twitching and dribbling precum, and shit, how is he so close already?

The whole situation is just too hot, just too perfect, for Changbin to last.

You’d come home to find him hard in your panties, without having asked to borrow them (which is a big deal to you), and you hadn’t been angry, or disgusted, or confused.

No, you’d been captivated.

And shit, now he knows you’ve been wet too – there’s no way you’d soaked your panties like this just in the past few minutes – and this opens up so many doors, might open you up to things he’s been too nervous to ask you for, and Changbin has never been so excited, or so hard, in his life.

He’s right on the edge, cock jumping under his touch, balls drawing up tight, and he grits out, “Touch yourself, baby, get those fingers wet for me.”

You startle a bit, having been hypnotized by the movement of his hands, and your fingers untangle from each other to press between your legs.

You moan at the stimulation, shocked by the sopping mess you find, and slide your fingers along your slit, gathering up some slick to rub into your clit. Your thighs tremble with your efforts to keep them closed, and Changbin tuts, “Let me see, sweets. I think I deserve to see what I do to you, don’t you?”

You take in a deep breath, nodding and spreading your legs, and Changbin feels his knees get a bit weak when he sees just how fucking wet you are.

“Fuck, baby, why didn’t you tell me?” He whispers, stumbling closer as if pulled by a string, forgetting his dick completely and falling to his knees.

Laying both hands on the inside of your thighs, he pushes them open wider and wider until you have to lean back and brace yourself on one hand.

The other is still hard at work on your pussy, fingers smearing your wetness into your folds, rubbing lightly at your clit, dipping into your entrance, gathering up the slick that threatens to drip down to your ass.

Changbin’s reaching out before he knows it, taking your wrist in his hand and pulling your fingers from you, sucking them into his mouth.

You cry out at the sudden emptiness, your entrance clenching around nothing, and he thinks he may know how to fill you up, but he’s not sure you’ll be up for it.

He finishes licking your fingers clean before releasing them, placing your hand on the bed and making sure you’re stable before asking, “Baby, can I put your panties inside you?”

“What?” you ask dazedly, blinking rapidly in an attempt to clear your mind.

Changbin sits on his knees, laying both hands over yours so your body is caged by his arms, crouching a bit to catch your gaze.

“I want to stuff your panties in your pussy. I can go slow, and if you hate it, we’ll stop completely and do whatever you want. What do you think?”

He feels a bit nervous that he’s gone too far, but you squirm between his arms, your thighs clenching visibly, and you let out a whine that goes right to his dick, nodding and saying, “Let’s try it, Bin, I wanna try it.”

Fuck, he drops his head to your knee, cock twitching as he pictures what he’s about to do to you. He hasn’t thought about it much, only once or twice a week since he met you, and his hand shakes as he pulls it from yours and unwinds your panties from his fingers, bringing them to press against your entrance.

He can feel you throbbing, see your clit pulsing, and he swipes over it with the fabric a few times, just to make your breath catch.

When you get really turned on, really needy, really close, you make these little gasping noises, and you’re making them now.

Changbin’s obsessed with them, obsessed with you, and one of his favorite parts of sex is getting to pull that sound from you. But he doesn’t want to keep you waiting, not when you’re willing to try something like this for him, so he stops teasing and starts feeding the panties into your pussy.

They’re still drenched, saturated with your slick, and they only get wetter as he pushes them through the tightness of your entrance. He presses to the first knuckle, letting you get used to the feeling of fabric and his fingers inside of you, and raises his gaze to check in.

You’re not looking at him though, your eyes squeezed shut, your mouth stuck open as your breath stutters in your lungs, breasts swaying with the staccato movements of your ribs.

His brows furrow, pressing the hand on top of yours down a bit firmer, trying to get your attention.

“Baby, sweetheart, you alright?” Changbin waits as you try to gather enough air to answer, “do you want me to stop?”

“Nonononono, don’t stop,” you breathe out immediately, “don’t stop, Binnie, keep going, please, feels so good, fuck,” you gasp.

The shiver starts in his hair follicles, radiating down his spine and making him roll his shoulders, delts tensing and pressing against your thighs and his eyes fall between your legs again, entranced by the way your pussy swallows the fabric. His fingers push deeper and deeper until the panties disappear, a scrap of lace peeking out of your entrance, the color stark against your skin and his.

Fuck, of course you wore white today, Changbin thinks. The panties almost look like cum spilling out of you, and he can feel himself leaking more and more as he imagines your pussy stuffed with both his cum and your panties.

Changbin will save that for next time though, because your cunt is sucking him in deeper, your walls flexing around his digits and your hips squirming on the bed, and he really just wants to make you fall apart.

You’re making the gasping sounds that he loves, and he groans in anticipation before lowering his head and licking into you. Your folds part under his tongue, and he swiftly finds your clit, laving over it and pushing the tip of his tongue up under the hood.

You’re starting to writhe now, and Changbin pushes your sternum until you tip and fall onto the sheets, your back arching already, and he lays his free arm over your stomach to keep you still. He anchors you down to the bed, stopping the movements of your hips so he can go at his own pace, which quickly becomes punishing as he gets more and more desperate to make you cum.

He sucks your clit between his lips, taking drags and tonguing in pulses, and he can feel you get tight tight tight around his fingers and your panties before you break with a wail.

Fuck, you cum so hard, your cunt clamping down on his fingers as your walls continue to twitch and your clit throbs in his mouth, cries escaping you when he taps it with his tongue. Your thighs shake against his cheeks, your hips bucking against his arm, and wetness gushes from your pussy, flooding his hand and soaking his jaw, dripping down your ass onto the sheets. One of your hands leaves the bed to push weakly at his forehead, and he blinks blearily at you, pulling away with a pop and licking all around his mouth to get as much of your taste as he can (Changbin hates waste).

“You alright, sweetheart?” He asks gently, rubbing at your tummy with the hand that had been holding you down, “can I pull them out or do you want me to wait a bit?”

“You can pull them out, I’m good, Binnie,” You say through what sounds like a mouth full of cotton, and Changbin smiles at you gently, indulgently, before starting to tug his fingers and the panties from your pussy. You squirm as he works, residual sparks of your orgasm making you squeeze down in waves, and your walls cling to the fabric as it’s pulled from you slowly.

The panties are sopping wet and Changbin has to resist the urge to suck them into his mouth, thinks that might be a little much for you today. Next time, he reminds himself.

He tosses them into the bathroom, figures he can rinse them while he cleans you off in the shower then throw them into the wash, and turns back to find you looking at him. Your eyes are hazy, a bit teary, and you hiccup in a breath before trying to push yourself up. Changbin rises to meet you, stabilizing you with his hands holding yours before shifting close enough for you to rest your head against his stomach.

His dick twitches at your proximity, your breath puffing out over the hypersensitive tip, and he holds in the groan when he realizes he’s only gotten harder. He can feel your eyelashes fluttering on his skin in little butterfly kisses and feels his chest clench at the dampness of them.

“You sure you’re okay, baby?” He asks, a bit worried as you don’t usually get this clingy or quiet after just one orgasm.

You sigh into his abs before whispering, “Yeah, Bin, I’m okay, I just-,” pausing to take in a deep breath, you continue, “I came so hard, oh my god. Have I ever cum that hard before?” You ask, peering up at him with an incredulous look on your face, and Changbin’s heart bursts.

He huffs out a fond laugh, petting your hair and grinning down at you, “No, sweets, I don’t think you have, not with me anyway.”

You give him an unimpressed look, seeing straight through his attempt to get you to say Binnie you know no one has ever made me cum like you do but you love him, to a fault sometimes, so you say it anyway and luxuriate in the smug smirk that takes over his smile.

He leans down to kiss you, pressing his mouth to yours and licking at your plush bottom lip, pushing inside to let you taste yourself on his tongue. His dick throbs, and he remembers he’s still got the panties on, looking down to see the elastic straining around his hips with how full his balls have gotten. It’s starting to hurt, and Changbin needs to make a decision. With your help, of course.

“Do you want to keep going, sweetheart?” He asks, lips brushing against yours with how close he is still.

You nod before he’s finished, “Still want you, Bin, the panties were nice, but I want you inside now, please.”

Your voice is weak, but your tone is strong, and he lays you back against the bed, leaving the panties on and climbing on top of you. His knees spread your thighs, hands encouraging them to wrap around his waist, as he presses your body into the sheets and braces himself above you. You love having him close like this, love how massive he feels on top of you, and he can feel more wetness seeping from your pussy when he takes his dick in hand and rubs it up and down your folds. He dips the head into your entrance, feeling your muscles tense around him as he pushes into you. You’re still tight, and Changbin asks, “Need my fingers first, baby? I don’t wanna hurt you.”

You shake your head, tilting your hips up into his, bucking until he sinks in another inch.

“No, Binnie, I want you to stretch me out, just like you said,” you whine, your back arching, your nipples hardening in the cold air of the bedroom.

“Alright, sweets, whatever you want,” Changbin leans down to push your breasts together and suck your nipples into his mouth, licking over them both and moving to one side to nip little indents into your skin. He slides in slowly, splitting you apart on his cock, feeling a moan reverberate through your chest and vibrate onto his lips, where they wrap around your nipple.

You gasp when he bottoms out, his cock so so deep inside you and his lace encased balls pressing against your ass.

He won’t last, not after working himself up like he did and then stuffing your fucking panties inside your cunt and making you squirt around them and his fingers, Changbin thinks with a shudder.

Not when you feel like this around him, fucking soaking wet and tight as sin, or when you look like this under him, your eyes barely open and your plush lips parted to release the little sounds he loves.

He’s so fucking obsessed with you.

“Move, Changbin, please,” you beg, your pussy gripping him, bearing down when he starts to pull out.

He starts with short movements, barely leaving you before pushing back in, thrusting in and out slowly.

Your walls relax a little, easing until he can glide in you, fucking you faster, harder, shifting down onto his elbows to wrap an arm under your shoulders and pull you up into his chest.

His other hand snakes down to your pussy, fingers wedging between your bodies to grind into your clit in the tiny circles you like, and you get even wetter around him, whimpering when he stops the circles and instead strums your clit with his spread fingers.

You’re already close, he can tell, so he thrusts into you as deeply as he can one last time before pulling out and rolling you onto your stomach.

He's back inside you before you can complain, and your nails claw at the forearm still wrapped over your shoulders, your back flush to his chest. He can feel you trying to move against him, but he stays still, closing his eyes and absorbing, appreciating everything about this.

Changbin’s got your body under his and your cunt wrapped around him. He’s got the taste of your pussy in his mouth, and he can hear all your sounds with the way he’s holding you up. You’re warm against him, soft and sweet, and you love him, and he loves you, and you didn’t freak out when you found him in your panties.

This might just be everything he’s ever wanted, and the only thing that could make it any better is making you shatter on his cock and then fucking his cum deep inside you.

You’re whining under him, digging your nails into his skin and trying to buck against him, but he holds you tighter, gets his fingers back on your clit, and starts fucking you into the mattress. You cry out with every thrust, your ass rippling, your pussy clamping down tight on him, and he pinches your clit between his knuckles, angling you so he can grind into your g-spot, and you cum with a shout of his name.

He moans with you, your spasming walls swallowing his cock and sending him into his own orgasm. Your pussy clenches down, tighter and tighter and tighter, as his cum floods into you in bursts.

Changbin almost feels dizzy, his ears ringing and his vision blurry, his brain buzzing with pleasure, and he rests his forehead on your shoulder, groans your name into your skin as you wring his cock dry.

He's aware enough to brace himself on an elbow, his fingers leaving your clit, as he rolls over onto his back, holding you on top of him and wrapping you up in his arms again. Your head drops onto his shoulder, lungs drawing in air as desperately as his do, and you sigh out a fuck into the quiet room.

Changbin giggles beneath you, the shaking of his chest jarring you, and you turn your head enough to smooch the apple of his cheek before trying to rise.

His arms stay tensed around you, keeping you still, and his dick twitches inside you when you wiggle against him, your ass pushing into his hips and sending his softening cock deeper inside of you.

You squeeze around him and he knows he’ll get hard again if he stays buried inside your heat, angling his hips to pull out slowly. He can feel the cum dripping out of you, down over your ass, smearing onto the lace panties still covering his balls, and lets out a satisfied groan.

The underwear are starting to feel a bit uncomfortable now though, too tight and rough against his sensitive skin, so he shoves at them with one hand, kicking his legs until they drop off his foot onto the floor.

He’s getting sleepy, but he really should clean you up. And clean himself, he supposes, remembering that he’d been about to get in the shower before all of… this happened. He just can’t make himself move though, and you seem to know it, sighing out, “Babe, just use the wet wipes.”

“The what?”

“The wet wipes, Bin, they’re in my nightstand.”

“I thought those were makeup wipes, like for your face,” he says slowly, confusion obvious.

“No, they’re for your body, I keep them in there for when I don’t feel like getting up after.”

“After what?” Changbin asks cluelessly.

“After I masturbate?” you respond, like it should be obvious.

“After you WHAT.” Changbin jerks against you, his cock jumping and rising to half hardness before his brain even processes your words.

“You didn’t know I do that?”

“No, I didn’t know you do that, or I’d have been begging you to let me watch this whole time!”

“Binnie, honestly, I don’t know why you’re so shocked-“

“I’m not shocked! I’m just-“

“Hard again?”

“Yeah, I’m hard again. You tired?”

“Nah, I could go one more round.”

“Thank fuck, I love you so much.”

“Love you too, Bin, love you too.”

AN: yayyy for my first time writing Changbin!!! thank you to @greatnorthernlibrary for requesting this and for being so lovely <3

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specialagentlokitty · 1 year

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Lestrade x Teen!reader - worried for you

- Lestrade x Teen! Reader - reader is Lestrade's bio kid and get accidentally arrested for being at a crime scene - @mxacegrey 💜

You had left early in the morning, telling your dad you were just going to hang out with some friends and he told you he’d be back home a little.

You had been out for hours, you saw a film, got some food and now you guys were simply just wondering about the city looking for something else to do.

“Hey guys I’ve got to go, see you later.”

You waved bye to your friend, and turned to your other friend with a grin.

“Hey wanna go bowling?” You asked.

“Yeah but I’m gonna kick your ass.”

“You wish Kai, come on.”

You were walking to the bus stop when he stopped you, grinning from ear to ear, holding his skateboard up and he nodded to the left.

“Bus is gonna take ages, I know a shortcut.”

“Ugh do we have to?” You complained.

“Come on! It’ll be fun, you can use the board I’ll run.”

“Deal!”

Snatching his skateboard, you kicking jumped on and got s head start which made him laugh as he chased after you, jogging along next to you.

Kai shouted directions to you, telling you which was to go and you guys made a turn for an ally that would cut a few streets out of your journey, but as you entered you heard sirens not far behind.

“Huh, sounds interesting.”

“I’ll ask dad later, come on let’s keep going.”

Kai nodded his head and you picked up the board, not liking the path, finding it too hard to get a good grip with the skateboard with it.

“They’re getting kinda close…” you mumbled.

The lights were flashing at a cross section in the ally, but before you both could approach you were stopped by officers surrounding you both screaming different orders at you.

“Get on the ground!”

Before you could reach the skateboard was ripped form your grasped, Kai was pulled away from you and someone kicked your feet from under you, slamming you into the ground knocking the air from your lungs.

“Get the hell off me what the hell?!” You screamed.

“Shut up, your under arrest!”

You hands were roughly pulled behind your back and you were cuffed and hauled up and all but thrown into the back of a police car.

Your ribs hurt, and you had a split lips and a bloodied nose from being slammed into the floor and pushed down because they claimed you were resisting arrest.

“We didn’t do any thing! We were walking through what the hell is wrong with your stupid bitch!” You snapped.

“Oh shut up already.” The man in the car snapped.

You scoffed, shaking your head.

Even getting you into the station they were pushing you around, shoving you into an interrogation room and you sneered.

“Can’t interrogate me without my parents bitch.”

“We’ll get your parents.”

The man took your phone and went to your emergency contacts, calling the only one that was on there.

All you did was sit there with a scowl on your face as you tried to fight the cuffs even if you knew it was pointless.

“Yes hello, this is Anderson with new Scotland Yard, we have your teenager in custody and need you to come in immediately.”

You didn’t hear the reply but by the way his face dropped you assumed he knew your dad was.

“Yes sir, yes sir.”

He quickly hung up and put your phone on the table and turned to the woman.

“Donovan uncuff her now.”

“What? Why?”

“Just do it!”

He seemed panicked and she rolled her eyes, walking over she uncuffed you and walked back around to stand near the door, arms crossed.

You pocketed your phone, and pressed the back of your hand to your lip which had thankfully stopped bleeding, but your nose was still bleeding slightly.

Wiping the blood on your sleeve, you growled a little and stood up, walking to the other side of the room as you eyed the pair who were whispering to each other.

The door was thrown open, and you watched your dad walk in.

“Lestrade we-“ “shut it. Both of you!”

Lestrade quickly walked over to you, taking your face in his hands he looked worried.

“Are you okay?” He whispered.

“Yeah.. yeah I’m fine dad.”

He looked at your hand holding your nose and he pulled away, looking at the droplets of blood on your palm, the blood smeared a little from where you had wiped it.

“What happened kiddo?”

You told him what went down as they arrested you.

Lestrade felt his blood boil as he looked at you.

He quickly pulled his tie off and pressed it to your nose, placing your hands there to hold it he spun around.

“What the hell were you thinking?!” He hissed at the two.

“We didn’t.. we didn’t know that was your kid…” Donovan mumbled.

“That’s beside the point! You think it’s acceptable to rag teenagers around like that? Throw them around and arrest people without cause?!”

“N.. no…” Anderson replied.

“You’re done, that’s it. You’re going home, and you’re letting (Y/N)s friend go, you’re going to apologise to his parents and pray to god they don’t take legal action. Then tomorrow you’re going to attend a meeting and you’ll be dealt with the higher ups.” He snarled.

They quickly nodded and scurried away and your dad turned to face you again.

He moved the tie to look at your nose before putting it back.

He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and led you out of the room, taking you towards the toilets he pointed to the mens and then the woman’s.

“Women’s, definitely women’s.”

“Right okay.”

He knocked on the door and pushed it open, checking to make sure it was empty he opened it and gently pushed you in, standing with the door propped open a little bit his back to the room.

“I’ll wash your tie later dad, sorry.”

“Hey, it’s not your fault okay? Not worry about the tie. How bad is it?”

“Uhm.. I don’t know, I’m just turning to wipe the blood away right now.”

“Do you need help?”

“Nah I’ve got it dad don’t worry.”

You were in there for a few moments and then you opened the door.

Lestrade stepped to the side and let you out and he looked at you dab your nose a few times.

“Let me have a look.”

He took your face in his hands again and gently touched around your nose making you wince, but you didn’t react too much.

Nodding to himself he pat your cheek and let your face go.

“Come on, I’ve got some pain meds.”

Lestrade put his arm around your shoulder and led you through the station to his office, rummaging through his draws he pulled out some paracetamol and set it on the desk and handed you his water bottle.

You quickly took the pain relief, and down some water, wincing a little bit as you felt the cut on your lip sting.

“Did you hurt anything else?”

“Uhm, my ribs I think, it I think it was more the shock they don’t hurt now.”

“I’m going to kill them.” He growled a little.

You shook your head, walking over your held your arms out and Lestrade stood up, letting you hug him as he held you softly scared he’d hurt you.

“Just let whoever it is that handles that stuff deal with it dad, please?”

He looked down at you and sighed.

He was furious with his two goon detectives and was ready to rip them a new one, but he didn’t want to leave your side.

He was worried about you, and scared after what happened.

“Okay, alright, if that’s what you want. Do you want to go to the hospital and get checked just in case?”

You shook your head, pulling away from the hug as you looked around his office.

“Can I just stay here until you finish your shift?”

“If that’s what you want to do sure.”

You smiled and dragged a chair over to his desks, putting it next to his you sat down and he handed you his phone so you could watch whatever you wanted to watch while he did his paperwork.

He was going to make Donovan and Anderson’s life hell when he got the chance, but for now he was just glad to have you by his side and know that you were safe and weren’t hurt too badly

#bbc Sherlock #bbc Sherlock x reader #bbc Sherlock x you #bbc Sherlock imagine #bbc Sherlock Lestrade #Lestrade #lestrade x reader #Lestrade x you #Lestrade imagine #gregory lestrade

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amywhereyouwant · 10 months

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Some TOH HCs I wanted to share

There are a LOT of them, so They're under the read more for your scrolling convenience

Luz

-Uses She/They pronouns

-Would watch the entirety of Sword Art Online just to be able to shit on it properly

-Eats way too much Shredded Cheese even though she’s Lactose Intolerant

-Has made a Your mom joke to Willow only to remember she doesn’t have one

-Mains King in Tekken and made a custom attire trying to make it look like the other King

-Screenpeeks religiously in Split Screen Multiplayer

-Predicted Hecazura 2 books into the series, still won’t shut up about it

-Relatively known Digital Artist, her blog probably took off when she started making art of the Demon Realm

-Hates baking

-Helps Amity bake out of the kindness of her heart(Also seeing Amity enjoying herself is really nice)

-Had a cold once, hasn’t had a Human Realm illness since

-Has SH scars from her depressed period back in the human realm(S3E1), still ashamed over them

-Quotes Memes constantly, only Hunter understands what she’s talking about

-Cracked a rib tripping on a rug on her way to bed

Amity

-Absolutely hates Bugs, like, genuinely despises them

-Does not know how computers work, but still tries to use Luz’s laptop to look up date ideas

-Can and will dress as the most stereotypical Witch ever

-Adopted(All 3 Blight Kids are in my HC)

-Likes to bake

-Does not know how to bake

-Gets sick constantly

-Works out a lot so she can help out with rebuilding the Isles(and also a little bit for Luz)

-Used to apologise a lot for minor things(Pre-timeskip)

-REALLY Bummed she didn’t get to see Titan Luz

-Watched the barbie movie the same day Gus watched Oppenheimer

Gus

-Goes nonverbal when stressed out, uses Illusions and his palisman to communicate

-Cried for hours when he finished the last Cosmic Frontier book, even though it was a happy ending

-Likes the idea of Professional Wrestling, but wishes the fights were to the death

-Quotes Cosmic Frontier as a Vocal Stim

-Dramatically perishes in Matt’s arms on the regular

-Headcanons O'Bayley to look exactly like Hunter just for the memes

-Thinks Human 2D Animation is the most beautiful thing to have ever been created

-Watched Across the Spider-Verse and Begged for Luz to draw a Spider-Suit for him, she did one for everyone

-Got really jealous when everyone else got flapjack tattoos, then he realised he could just make one of his own with an Illusion

-Got insanely mad when he learned about Human Discrimination(“How can you hate someone for something they can’t change? That’s ridiculous!”)

-Watched Oppenheimer the same day Amity and Hunter watched the Barbie Movie

Hunter

-LOVES Dino Nuggies

-Didn’t know Dinosaurs were real for a while until Luz showed them to him, Velociraptors are his favourite because “They’re like Wolves but Lizards!” (They’re not)

-Has a tumblr account where he posts about Wolves, Luz is his only follower

-Definitely has a Fursona

-Kicks Luz’s ass at most video games, except for Halo 2 specifically(I wonder why)

-”Will you go out with me?” “Hunter we’ve been dating for a year” “Oh.”

-Thinks Huggbees’ How it’s actually made videos are 100% Legit and honest

-Made Willow a Flower Shirt to match his Wolf Shirt

-Wears Willow’s Flower Shirt he made

-Imagine Dragons is his favourite band

-Has Epilepsy

-Steals Willow’s dresses sometimes

-Found Nicole Coenen on YouTube, showed her to luz “She looks kinda like Amity!”(Nobody else sees the resemblance)

-Probably plays a LOT of Roblox

-Watched the Barbie Movie with Amity(Luz forced him to)

-Has seen every single vine there is(Thank the Titan for Vine Compilations on YouTube)

-Any kind of facial hair he grows is really patchy so he just goes clean shaven for convenience

-Snuck food during TtT even though he was 100% allowed to eat normally

-Bananas do exist in the Demon Realm, Hunter has just never learned that they do

-Gets visits from the Spirits of the other Golden Guards in his dreams

Willow

-Tackled someone to the ground when they only slightly bumped into Hunter(We stan a protective queen)

-Feeds her palisman doggie treats, nobody knows why

-Filled Camila’s entire back garden with way too many plants during TtT, they’re still there despite not being watered for a while

-Made a Garland made of both Demon and Human Realm plants for Hunter on their anniversary

-Has no real idol/role model

-Happily Listens to everyone else ramble about their interests

-Wears Hunter’s Wolf Shirt

-Calls Hunter “Hun” as a short for his name, started doing it even more after she figured out what it actually meant

-Pranks people she doesn’t like by putting giant Grape Vines around their house

-Held a presentation about plant care for the Gravesfield Gardener Society

-Thinks most Human Sports are boring(Except for Hockey and Roller Derby)

Vee

-Pulls off some crazy ass cosplays

-Knows how to drive Camila’s car perfectly, still has no idea how it actually works though

-Laughed so hard she couldn’t breathe first time she heard Metal Pipe Fall Sound Effect

-Considers Luz to be her Sister, Camila burst into tears and hugged her when she called Luz “Big Sis” in front of her for the first time

-Plays Minecraft on Camila’s home PC, has spent tons of time on Hypixel and built a little shrine for the other basilisks on a private world

-Takes after Luz in a lot of ways

-Is way better at Spanish than Luz, flexes about it constantly(Nobody really cares)

-Had no idea how to tell Masha she was a Basilisk when they confessed to her(Masha knew long before she told them)

-Is really cuddly in Basilisk form, not so much when shapeshifted(“I don’t really feel like it’s myself”)

-Her first kiss with Masha was really awkward, she apologised like 45 times and cried because it wasn’t good

-Steven Universe is a canon IP in the universe, so she got really confused when Amethyst sounded EXACTLY like her

I have no idea why I made this

#the owl house #toh headcanon #the owl house headcanon #toh community #toh #amity blight #hunter noceda #vee noceda #willow park #gus porter #luz noceda

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sttoru · 4 months

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hey karina, in gonna ask a fairly odd question. as a writer myself, i personally try to make my y/n’s relatable, first and foremost for myself, and obviously for at least most people that will be reading my fics. so i assume every other writer does something similar as well.

so in your fics(which are super enjoyable and well written btw!) i noticed that you kind of praise y/n? through the characters eyes, but still. lots of authors do this, but this is my first time gathering the courage to ask, so please dont take it personally! and feel free to ignore my question! my issue is that i believe im unattractive and i hate making it seem otherwise, even in fiction. feels like im lying to myself. so are you girls actually that pretty, or do you just write like that hoping someone would think that of you someday?😭 im genuinely going insane over this im so sorry. im also 20(unless i read your age with my ass) and i have never been loved or found attractive my whole life am i the issue? plus if you girls are loved and have boyfriends why do you even need fanfiction?😪 idk sorry if this is weird

hi, gonna answer this under the cut, bcs its kinda interesting?

firstly, thank you for the compliment! you're actually right about the thing u said in the beginning; nearly every writer out there is (a bit) self-indulgent when writing fics — me included. ofc, i try to keep out any descriptions about the reader's appearance so more people can actually enjoy my works and insert themselves when imagining whatever happens in the fic.

now to answer this first question; ‘so are you girls actually that pretty, or do you just write like that hoping someone would think that of you someday?’

simple answer: it depends heavily on the writer. everyone has different intentions behind how and why they portray their reader in their fics like they do.

to answer it for me: it’s kind of both. i have worked on my self-confidence and i actually have learnt to appreciate and love how i look. so, naturally i think i am indeed pretty. but, of course, i still have some deeply rooted insecurities that ‘m still working on.

i partially wish to erase those by praising the reader in my fics. by having the characters complimenting the reader (me, because im super self indulgent when writing) it boosts my confidence & helps me feel better when i need it.

that’s why i also love to read other fics that have the same type of style; thus, where reader gets praised in any kinda way. whether it’s physical appearance or personality wise. sometimes i read fiction solely to avoid my irl problems / insecurities or kinda solve them in a way.

reading about a reader who constantly thinks shit about themselves, is just gonna multiply all those problems for me and make me miserable—so i don’t wanna write nor read that (though i sometimes do include or like to read stuff with, for example, a reader w trust issues. that’s when i need some comfort or when i am just in the mood for angst LOL)

second question: if you girls are loved and have boyfriends why do you even need fanfiction?

simple answer: there are many different reasons as to why someone could write or read fanfiction. not everyone who reads or writes it, do it to feel loved or because they’re missing out on affection irl. it can for example be for comfort or it can be just for fun because you simply like to read or love the characters! there’s no need for a deep reason behind everything. you don’t necessarily have to have a special reason to read fics.

for me: my reasons for writing and reading fiction are yes, partially because i wanna giggle and kick my feet reading about my fav characters as love interests, but also because it’s just fun! i mainly read when i’m bored tbh. sometimes when im in need of comfort, other times when i need to have a laugh. it heavily depends on my mood actually lolol

well, lastly, i hope you find someone who makes you feel loved irl. i’m sure there’s someone out there who you will meet and who will help you heal + gain self-confidence.

even if that person never comes; you have yourself. learning to love yourself may take a while, even a lifetime, but you will eventually get there. i hope that answers your questions <3 !!

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quinloki · 3 months

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Hahaha jokes on you for saying people are qualified to speak to you bc now I’m even more encouraged to send you my thoughts

Jk. But I appreciate your acceptance of them. I’m currently trying to bully my IRL bestie to hurry tf up on getting thru one piece bc right now my options are limited like she’s in enies lobby now and I’m like pls… at least get to post time skip… I can scream about Law and Marco then

Omg ok so it’s peak squirrel brain hours for me rn so lemme try to tell you about this brainrot I’ve been having.

I literally have no idea where it came from but modern au, you’re a patron at thatch’s bar, you go there often and are friendly with thatch bc he’s a nice guy. Friends with Luffy. You go to said bar, having a great time with your friends, whitebeard crew shows up bc it’s thatch’s place obvi, but some other crew busts in trying to pick a fight. Somehow you get yoinked as a hostage bc the other crew wants to fight somewhere else (a trap duh) and it’s not a situation where they can get you out safe so they’re like yes we’ll fight you at this location but Marco is like I wanna come too, prolly cause he feels responsible maybe you were by the whitebeard crew bc you were luffy’s friend or you were flirting with Marco and that’s why you got snatched

And the baddies they’re like fine fine but it’s seastone cuffs. They got beef with him or something so they were down, plus having one of their fighters tapped out seemed smart

So you go off with them and both of you are just subconsciously trying to protect the other Marco even has you come sit on his lap bc the sketchy van you’re put in has stuff all over the floor and you’re wearing shorts/skirt and it’s conveniently freezing in the van so like, y’all can warm eachother up

And the baddies are like oh wait is it the Phoenix’s gf is that why he wanted to come and they’re taunting like oh the things we could do to your little gf and Marco is like just remember the cuffs won’t be on forever

Anyways they drive y’all around until the meeting time maybe taunting or roughing poor Marco up a little and finally they all meet up at this trap location except obvi the whitebeard pirates are gonna kick ass and come to the rescue and they take you back with them to heal any injuries/make sure you ok

BUT

Oh no one of the baddies gets away and starts posting all over the dark web about the phoenix’s weakness and everyone is like oh you’re in danger guess you gotta stay with us for awhile

And Marco was so nice so you just have a huge crush but he somewhat avoids you bc he feels responsible so you’re like oh he does not like me back oh ok

And idk they’re loosely mafia ish so some shenanigans ensue of people coming after you but Marco is always there to protect you and the tension is off the charts

….

That’s kinda as far as my brain got bc I keep starting over lmao

Ugh I wish I was better at making that a cute little story I’m so good at coming up with things in my head but typing them out is so hard T_T

But I hope you enjoyed my brainrot I’m about to head to bed and will most likely be thinking of it more <3

An Author friend of mine - far more successful and suited to the job than I am - said something once that really sticks with me.

The ideas are the easy part, writing is the hard part.

Some people will come to her with ideas, and want some sort of 50/50 deal for doing "half" the work, and honestly, no matter how well fleshed out the idea is, it's barely going to be 5% of the process at best.

I don't share that to put your idea down, not even a little, but I do mention it to highlight that you're not wrong. Turning ideas into stories is the hard part, and honestly I always love seeing that truth understood too. (Real fun is when you apply that to other things and realize that certain types who have "great ideas" are rarely the ones who make them reality, but they really want to continually tell you how great their ideas are changing the world >.> )

<.<

Moving on from my little rant, I have to say I LOVE THIS - KAZIEAI OMFG I AM FOAMING AT THE FUCKING MOUTH YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND THIS IS ONE OF MY MOST FAVORITIESTS SITUATIONS EVER!

I love everything about this!

AND THE ENSUING ANGST

UNNNGH.

So - I have to admit I have a Mafia AU Marco story I'm slowly working on. It's pretty complex so far, intended as a slowburn anyway, and I really want to incorporate this idea into it. I just love the vibes.

AND - lol - one of the points I wanted to sort out for it was specifically having the reader end up in the Main House for the Whitebeard Mafia family. This idea is PERFECT, a few adjustments for the reader type and the AU itself, and the vibes are there. It's a Devil Fruit AU too, so >.>

the reader as a hostage gets Marco as a "hostage", they're supposed to let her go at that point, but someone gets the brilliant idea that the girl keeps the bird inline, and Pops' prize bird keeps the other boys inline, so they're keeping both.

The idea of the doomed kidnappers thinking the two are together works, it'll be the 2nd or 3rd time they've met and yeah, there's been flirting, but nothing committal. So her staying at the Main House for protection still leave Marco with a sour taste - he does like her, but this situation isn't fair. He's too laid back and experienced to blatantly avoid her, but he makes sure there's always someone else around, excusing himself before his brothers can "leave the two of them alone" or anything.

In this particular story the reader is an adopted kid of Big Mom's, trying to get away from the mafia life to some degree, and more than that to avoid being married off for whatever reason by Big Mom in the first place. (this is grumbled about in the first chapter, so it's not some big reveal). That certainly adds another layer to things, especially if Lin-Lin sees it as an in to tie the two families together.

Ah, sweet Kazieai <3 I would love to utilize this wonderful idea you've blessed my morning with. Just because the idea part is easier than the writing part doesn't mean it isn't worth due credit ❤️Especially when it's just the scenario I was trying to come up with.

#quin muses #quin answers #reader insert #x reader #kazieai #marco the phoenix #the current working title is Accidental Ornithology >.>

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hyenahunt · 5 months

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Saga: Epilogue - 1

Writer: Akira

Season: Winter

Characters: Jin, Jun

Proofreading: 310mc (JP) & hyenahunt (ENG)

Translation: kotofucius

Jin: I’d risen from my grave by mistake, but you've struck me dead once more.

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Location: Reverse Live Stage

Jin: “♪~♪~♪”

Jun: “~…♪”

(GODDAMN! This is so freakin' hard! I’m going at full throttle to kick Sagami Jin's ass, y’know~!?)

(I’m baring my fangs and howling at him, with every intent to strike him dead!)

(But thanks to that damn video that just played, the audience just sees me as some kinda huge starstruck fan of his…)

(And every time I lunge at him, they just start squealing!)

(I can hear 'em now… “Oh, he loves him so much!” “He looks so happy getting to sing with his idol!” “Congrats on your dream coming true!”)

(Couldja not look so fondly at a scene like this~!? I mean, c'mon!)

(Damn it all! Well yeah, my dream did come true, but it's a world away from what you guys think it is!)

(So don’t look at me like that, I'm begging ya~ Why the hell did things turn out like this!?)

Jin: …Sacchan. You’ve gotta focus~ Both your singing and dancing aren't looking too hot. You doing okay? Getting tired?

Jun: 'Scuse me? “Sacchan”? Don'tcha go acting like we're friends, Sagami Jin!

Jin: Well, you’re always calling me by my full name too… And that feels so dead-serious that it's kinda scary…

I’d be a lil' more comfortable if you could ease up and just call me something like Jin-san.

Jun: Haha! Well, if it bothers you so much then I’m just gonna keep calling you Sagami Jin~!

So if you’re giving me an annoying nickname in return just to get back at me, I guess I can't really complain, huh~?

Jin: Hmm, not quite… Calling you Sazanami just makes me think of your dad, see.

And since our names are kinda similar, saying your first name feels like saying my own… so I thought I'd try a nickname.

Jun: Seriously? We’re nowhere close enough to be using nicknames! You better keep in mind that video was edited and nowhere near close to reality!

So if you'd kindly not confuse the two then I'd really appreciate it! You’ve always been and always will be my most resented foe, got that~!?

Jin: I do get it. It's only natural that you hate me — It's what I deserve considering all the people I trampled over just to climb to the top.

Among them were parents who had mouths to feed, along with innocent people who had done nothing wrong… Really, I always knew a day like this would come.

That's why I chose to run away back then, disgusted with the yakuza-like business I was doing.

Jun: ……

Jin: Y’know, Sacchan… I’m kinda confused, too. I thought that even if you were to hit me or kill me, I had no right to protest.

Jin: But take a look. When I actually surrender to fate and face you, our audience cheers in delight.

And it's not 'cause they’re thirsting for violence, no. Nobody wishes to see that.

And well, showing people things they don’t want to see — Is that really what an idol does?

I don’t think it is. No… in fact, that's what my kids taught me. I’m supposed to be the teacher, but I just keep learning new things from them.

I wish I could’ve learned all this much, much sooner. That’s why I’m passing it down to you, while you still have your whole life ahead of you.

'Course, I know it's nowhere near enough to make up for all the pain I caused you and your dad…

Jun: ……

Jin: …That video… truly opened my eyes. It made me really understand the atrocity of the things I’d done.

And what I'd done… was destroy a family and ruin a child’s life.

Join us for Project-Saga, the revival of legendary idols, they said… I let myself get taken in by such a drunken plan, see…

Even I ended up giving in to the fun, and I let it guide me here as if it were all a nice little dream.

But of course, that wasn’t right. You reminded me that I no longer deserve to be an idol.

Jin: I’d risen from my grave by mistake, but you've struck me dead once more.

Won’t you make do with that? If I’m such a condemnable eyesore in your eyes, then I’ll disappear for you. If you want me to beg for forgiveness, then I’ll beg 'til you’re satisfied.

Even if I offered up my life, I still can’t possibly make up for the peaceful family and happy childhood I stole from you.

But it’s all I have, so I’ll offer it all up to you.

So just… Don’t lay a finger on my students. They’re innocent.

No — I'd like you to also forget your hatred and live on happily, with a smile. What must I do for that?

I may be a teacher, but I don't know a thing, so won't you teach me…? What must I do to atone?

Jun: …What must you do, huh?

Haha. Honestly, I’m already plenty satisfied, just from getting to see that look on your face and hearing you say those words.

Hell, from that very moment in SS when you were the one rooting for me from the audience —

You could say that already helped to save me.

Nah, actually… Being found and taken in by Ohii-san…

And becoming an idol great enough to stand on the same stage as you…

That must’ve already been all that I needed. For a wild stray that had lived by scavenging carrion to survive, it's plenty more than enough of a reward… You could say it was my salvation.

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#ensemble stars #enstars #enstars translation #hyenahunttl #s: saga #jin sagami #jun sazanami

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teecupangel · 1 year

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Submitted by @saberamane

Had a funny one-shot kinda idea pop into my head today at work. A modern AU where it’s Desmond/Harem (with Altair, Ezio, and Ratonhnhaké:ton) They’re all dating, probably in their 20’s (or early 30’s if you wish), they all live in a house they rent, and they’re all secretly Assassin’s. As in they all, individually, think they’re hiding their assassin background from their 3 lovers.

Now, like all good assassin’s, the house has random knives, daggers, guns etc hidden around the house, and since they’re all relatively the same, they find a hidden weapon they themselves didn’t hide somewhere, but think it’s just one they forgot about. Like they go to hide a weapon by taping it to the underside of an end table, just to find one already there, and they’re like ‘well I guess I already used this table, gotta find another one.’

And they all find out about each other when the house is attacked by Templar’s. They each panic, thinking they lead their enemies home to their lovers, and they have to protect them, just for all of them to absolutely kick ass together. And then come the questions.

How come you can fight so well? Where did you learn? Why didn’t you say anything? Then it comes out they’re all Assassin’s and even more questions are raised.

Turns out Ezio, who is the 'mentor’ of the Italian branch, is in America to not only set up new branches of his families bank (which funds the assassin branch in italy), but also to secretly investigate the 'grand mentor’, who is the leader of the whole assassin brotherhood, and therefore has more power than the 'branch mentor’s’. Because the new grand mentor shouldn’t have even been in the running for the job, and the italian branch think’s something fishy is going on.

Likewise, Altair is the 'mentor’ of the Levant branch brotherhood, and funnily enough, also there to investigate the new grand mentor.

And you guessed it, Ratonhnhaké:ton is the 'mentor’ of the colonial branch, which is separate from the main 'american’ branch. And is also investigating the new grand mentor.

And imagine their shock when they find out Desmond is the long lost son of the new grand mentor.

Then there’s some backstory, about why Desmond ran away 9 years ago, why the other three are investigating Bill (which boils down to Bill wasn’t a branch mentor at any point in time, and therefore shouldn’t have been in the running for grand mentor. The grand mentor is suppose to be picked from one of the branch mentor’s, who then appoint a new branch mentor to take their place. Bill came out of no where, and no one trusts that.)

And of course, jokes about how they all happened to end up dating each other, and how none of them really noticed the fishy behavior the others did, because it was normal for them. (And jokes about how the branches don’t communicate very well, because none of them knew other branches were investigating Bill. They could have coordinated better.)

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Additions by teecup:

Oh, oh, oh. We can also add in that the last grand mentor was Al Mualim so, for Altaïr, it’s much more personal because Al Mualim died under ‘mysterious circumstances’. The official report says the cause of death was natural causes but that sounded like bs and his last known location was the US and that’s why Altaïr is investigating the grand mentor as the legitimacy of his title came from a supposed letter Al Mualim wrote that named him as his successor which screams bullshit to Altaïr. People assumed that Altaïr believed that he was Al Mualim’s successor (which he was as he was the mentor of the Levant branch - which is still named Levant because he was in charge of the countries that had been part of Levant in olden times) but Altaïr is mainly there to solve the mystery... And get away from all the paperwork that he had dumped on Malik.

Ratonhnhaké:ton, on the other hand, is in charge of the Colonial branch which is actually older than the American branch and his investigation is due to the fact that the American branch had been fractured since William Miles became the grand mentor although they’re keeping it hush-hush from everyone. Ratonhnhaké:ton received the title of mentor from Achilles and his other task is to unify the Assassins cells in America (and maybe finally unify the Colonial branch and the American branch). (… the mentor of the American branch is a secret but everyone knows that, if someone wants to contact the mentor, they go to Gavin who becomes their mediator)

And then there was Desmond Miles who has the training and the habits of an Assassin, to the point that he saw the hidden weapons and just thought “oh, I already hid something here” instead of being wary. Desmond has no idea where the hell his father is or how he became the grand mentor because…

Desmond left the Farm nine years ago. To be more exact, he left the Farm a month before Al Mualim’s death.

Unorganized Notes:

I think it would be nice if Altaïr and Ezio would be in their early 30s as a sign of how long they’ve been mentors while Ratonhnhaké:ton is on his late 20s and Desmond is in his mid 20s.

Desmond still works as a bartender but he doesn’t actually have to work. He does like to buy grocery though. A common joke among them is Desmond is their kept man and bartending is just a hobby of his. Desmond doesn’t get offended because he does like bartending because he likes making drinks (experimenting on them) and people-watching.

Altaïr’s front is that he’s there to assist on a secret research and development project which may or may not be funded by the American Government. He keeps saying he’s bound by an NDA. There is a research project that he’s assisting with but he’s actually assisting one of the Assassin cells in the American branch headed by Clay (with Shaun and Rebecca, Lucy optional XD). The project concerns the development of a forcefield that would surround Earth as a defense mechanism (whether this is pure human tech or connected to the Isus is up to you)

Ezio’s front is that he’s supervising the construction a branch of the Auditore Banks. Desmond is always his plus one but a lot of people assume he’s just a boy toy. Desmond has also met his family via video call because Ezio can’t help himself. They’re a bit worried about him having to share Desmond (only because that meant Ezio is keeping it a secret from 3 people instead of just 1) but they like Desmond’s other ‘beaus’ well enough.

Ratonhnhaké:ton’s front is that he’s the landlord of the building they’re living in (they live in the top floor all by themselves) which he had inherited from Achilles Davenport who is kinda like his unofficial uncle. Achilles had retired to his old family home with his wife and Ratonhnhaké:ton’s (as far as anyone is concern) older brother (all of which are part of the Colonial branch with his older brother, Connor, refusing to take the mantle of mentor since he believed Ratonhnhaké:ton is better suited and he wished to focus on keeping his parents and his new family safe). He went to live with the Davenports with his mother after his mother had a huge fight with his grandmother that made them leave their village but things seemed to have gotten better since Kaniehtí:io returned to the village and was accepted back 3 years ago.

Ratonhnhaké:ton is still a Kenway but he doesn’t use the name as Haytham Kenway is the COO of Abstergo and the Brotherhood knows they’re just a Templar front. Also, Haytham and Kaniehtí:io separated long before Ratonhnhaké:ton was born and she never wrote Haytham as his birth father.

#submission #i added mystery XD #we can add the other ac protagonists too if you want?#as minor characters more or less #no usual tags because #altdes #ezides #condes

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chidoroki · 11 months

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182 Days of TPN - Day 74

Chapter 74: “A Special Child”

The lad is finally revealed to be alive. I probably would’ve been more surprised upon reaching this chapter the first time had I not already seen tons of fanart of him after the timeskip. Still so unfortunate the anime didn’t fast forward that far ahead and we only got this young Norman with his silly, frilly shirt rather than him looking like a man in his twenties with that snazzy boss suit when he takes on the WM persona.

I’ve come to learn many things while slowly re-reading this series, so no, I’ve never noticed how the screen shows the current date until this moment.

Smartest boy in the story can’t even hold a fork properly. Pffft, I’m teasing.. I know he’s testing to see how closely the adults are watching him through the room’s cameras. It is kinda funny how they already had a single fork prepared for him like this though, as if this boy casually dropping things is a common occurrence.

We can clearly see his ear in the first monitor where he isn’t wearing the headset, yet the second monitor shows him with it. It could be showing two different days but aren’t the headsets kinda important for taking these tests regardless?

Listen, I know this kid is naturally gifted with intelligence, but ya also got Isabella to thank for making him so perfect.

I can understand reading and finishing a puzzle in a room by yourself, but chess? With all the high-tech equipment in this place you would think they could at least give him something where he could play against a computer.

Well as we learn in ch172, he likes to be called “daddy” instead. And here’s another thing I probably forgot about, but apparently this man only two years younger than Isabella? With how she calls him a boy in ch170 and Peter telling Norman they’re close in age, I had assumed he was so much younger. I was wrong but I’m still capable of kicking his ass.

Lowkey wish he said that “no” out loud because it would’ve been hilarious to see the adult’s reactions.

Gotta admit that I kinda liked how s2ep8 had Norman walking down the hall and it showed some Lambda kids in a room on one side and then demons feasting on them in another on the opposite side. It’s horrible to think about but it certainly adds to the horror and dangers of this place.

I do like the manga better here, but I also appreciated how the anime showed Norman coughing up blood shortly after this line and how badly the experiments are already messing him up, though I’m sure the second season only included that here since their timeline was all rushed.

Favorite panel/moment:

Look at him, pretending to be so carefree and innocent. What a silly lad.

#the promised neverland #tpn manga #182daysoftpn #chidoroki used chatter

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the-cryptographer · 1 year

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Isabela for 002!

Woo! Thank you for sending this in! Isabela is a great girl! /sleazy Varric voice

002 | Give me a character: ISABELA

How I feel about this character: She’s so lovely <3 I think her being this person who, having lived through a very hard childhood and the colonisation of her home and a child marriage which she then escaped from by joining a criminal enterprise and human trafficking ring - who then has this very moral and self-sabotaging moment where she ruins one of their operations because she doesn’t want to be a slaver. And then you’re meeting her at the point in her life where all her old coworkers are out to get her different levels of either dead or enserviced to them, she’s lost her ship, everything has gone wrong for her, and she clearly regrets having had that moment of moral crisis and is doubling down hard on being as self-serving and out-for-herself as she can possibly be. And then over the course of the game, she has this chance to potentially find a safe place where Hawke and their friends are willing to reward her for being a better person instead of punishing her and you get to see all of this softness and vulnerability coming out of her. I think she feels like a very rewarding character to interact with. Both in a meta sense for me as the player, and in an in-universe one? I feel like the other characters in the game who take the time to acknowledge her goodness and her depth as a person ultimately get a lot back from her.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Fenris. Aveline. I think a lot of Hawkes tend to share a sense of humour and fun with Bela, and there’s likely some shared history working as a smuggler there, so I think there are definitely some fun versions of Hawkebela. Isabela and Bethany also seems fun to me. I think it would be good for Bethany to be around someone who views her (and her magic) as more of an asset than a burden or a cause. And Isabela seems to have a good rapport with her in their banters and enjoy playing worldly older woman to Bethie. And Isabela and Merrill... it feels remiss not to mention it because it’s definitely something I’ve written before and keep coming back to in the context of the Kirkwall polycule in particular. I think Isabela and Merrill should have been one of the background companion romances along with fenbela. I think they’re cute, and it’s a relationship that makes a lot of sense to me, assuming Merrill finds a way to push past Isabela talking down to her in an attempt to hold her at arm’s length (”You don’t want my life, kitten.”) But I admit it doesn’t really excite me in the conceptual way that makes me want to emphatically say I ship it.

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Zevran. I like what I perceive as Zevran’s unwillingness to keep score in this relationship. Like Zevran walked into her life when she was about as powerless as could be and saved her for what was basically no net gain on his behalf. And Isabela will sometimes insult him or pester him for sex - ask more of him, in a way - but I get the impression from her pillow talk with Hawke, for example, that she knows he saved her life and feels eternally indebted to him for it. But Zevran just seems totally unconcerned with that and unwilling to collect and imo would be much happier to know that Isabela is trying to pay the favour forward when she does things like try to free slaves or stab other people’s abusive husbands. Something about that dynamic makes me happy.

My unpopular opinion about this character: I’m not sure? I feel like I see a lot of stories and headcanons where Isabela is just kinda ~girlboss~ which is not something I particularly feel about her even if I can’t point out anything entirely incorrect.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: Still mad the ONLY way they could think to introduce Isabela between two games and a short story, is her kicking ass in a barfight. I wish instead we could have gotten a short story about her captaining her ship and the kind of presence she had among her crew. I want to see more of how she behaves in leadership positions. Maybe trying to escape with the Tome of Koslun, with the Qunari dreadnaught bored down upon her.

my OTP: Gonna talk about both Fenris/Isabela and Aveline/Isabela here because I can’t choose, lol. For Fenris/Isabela. I feel like they get one another. I admit the, uh, ‘oiled up and glistening’ banter makes me kinda uncomfortable, but I feel like overall Fenris appreciates Isabela being able to engage his angst more lightly, and with a lighter touch. Like, lotta similarities between the two characters from Northern Thedas who have history with colonialism and being a rich man’s pet (they both got renamed by Danarius and Luis too). Both have a history of, from their respected positions of exploitation, being made to enact violences on those even less fortunate. And then they both of course deal with their baggage by, in sort of complementary ways, being very protective and withdrawn where different forms of intimacy are concerned. I feel like they understand these things about one another without feeling the need to prod at each other about them all the time, so they’ve got a nice friendly witty rapport that I love listening to in their banters <3 For Aveline/Isabela. Kind of the opposite, lol. A great foils ship to rival the Anders-Fenris dynamic, lol. I like how diametrically opposed their ideas of womanhood are, but they’re both characters that I think are very attached to their identities as women. It’s a lot of fun for me to see them go through the motions of attacking those things and insulting one another, but I never get the impression it changes things in the big picture. It’s pretty satisfying to see Aveline repeatedly defend Isabela during Demand of the Qun, when Hawke is acting against her. Or even in their banters- Like Isabela saying that Aveline that she should know herself and not be bothered by what others say about her. Or Aveline reassuring Isabela she’ll have herself a ship someday. I feel like they do ultimately end up reaffirming the goodness and validity of their disparate identities, if you feel me. So the whole cop/criminal dynamic to the relationship is imo the far more concerning one than the slut-shaming and attacks on Aveline’s gender nonconformity, but I do think that’s also something that’s fun to mess with the worldbuilding on. Like- using these characters to enact and critique Kirkwall’s economy (or lack thereof) and the crime and law enforcement sectors that are expanding in response to that- All very top-notch to me. And on a lighter note, it’s really sweet walking into the Captain of the Guard’s office in act 3, and find Isabela there with a bottle of wine and chatting with Aveline.

my cross over ship: Friend and I making a lot of jokes about Anders and Isabela and DC’s Catwoman. But, to be honest, I know very little about Catwoman.

a headcanon fact: Not sure this counts, but I definitely like when artists and writers make her a bit chubby <3 It kinda bothers me how skinny her arms are in her canon character model. Think sailor woman deserves to have at least a little muscle definition in those biceps, if not some fat too. Oh! About Anders and Isabela. I think Isabela promised Anders a place on her crew when they met in the Pearl in Denerim, and she was planning on going through with that when the Templars showed up. And Isabela, yanno, skipped town because she wasn’t dying here, not today, not on this hill. She still feels a little bit guilty about that, even if it’s the best choice she could have made. And that’s why she doesn’t entirely hold it against Anders when he manages his resentment with her by writing her off as perpetually shallow and flaky.

Thank you again!!

#Isabela #dragon age

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zukkaoru · 1 year

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22 for mailee zukka or sokka & katara!!!

jupiter!! hello!! this is. about half as long as it would have to be if i wanted to fully capture the feeling of this song. but hopefully it's still alright since it's already uhhh kinda long

22. sincerely me - artist vs. poet + mailee

and i wish that you could see oh, what you do to me and i hope this letter covers everything i'm yours, sincerely me

word count: 1927

Mai,

Kyoshi Island is warm this time of year, but it’s still nothing compared to Caldera City. I think you’d like it here in spring, actually. All of the flowers are blooming and the snow is melting and it’s really very beautiful. One of the other warriors taught me how to press flowers, so I’ve included some with this letter. I don’t know the meanings like you do; I just picked ones I thought looked prettiest.

A group of us are leaving for Gaoling in a few days. We’ve been trying to go on more recruitment missions, because Suki wants to create different chapters of the Kyoshi Warriors - that way we aren’t limited to helping Kyoshi Island. She has big dreams, but she’s got enough determination that I don’t doubt they’re possible to achieve.

Sokka, Katara, and Aang stopped by the island for a visit last week. It was nice to see them again even if I don’t know them very well. But seeing them reunite with Suki made me miss you even more. You should come visit when you get a chance! You can even bring Zuko if he can afford a break. I’d love to see you again!!

How is Zuko, by the way? You didn’t mention him in your last letter. Are you two still doing alright? Or do I need to catch the first boat to Caldera and kick his ass for you? Because I will.

Okay, I have to go - Tuq is calling me. I look forward to your next letter, and I’ll write again once I’ve returned from Gaoling!

Yours always,

Ty Lee

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Ty Lee,

Zuko is fine, but Zuko and I aren’t great. There’s too much stress with him being Fire Lord, I think. And we’re both realizing some things that make a relationship a little complicated. It’s nothing you need to worry about, though, I promise! We’re talking through it, so no need to beat Zuko up.

Besides, I’ll do it myself if I need to.

I love the flowers; they really are quite pretty. The pink ones are plum blossoms. Those mean “resilience” and “perseverance”. The yellow ones are daffodils, which mena “respect”. And the white ones are Tsutsuji, or azaleas. The white ones specifically mean either “modesty” or “first love”. It was a nice collection, you chose well.

Kyoshi Island does sound beautiful. I’m not sure when or if I’ll be able to visit, but maybe someday. Or I guess maybe if I need some distance from Zuko. I don’t know. We’ll see what happens.

I hope you enjoyed your trip to Gaoling! Zuko says Toph is from there. They didn’t like it much, but I believe that has to do with the circumstances of their upbringing. I’m sure it’s a fine place to visit. Suki’s idea about different Kyoshi Warrior chapters sounds helpful as well. Maybe you could come recruit in Caldera City sometime.

I miss you too. I hope we can see each other again soon.

Sincerely,

Mai

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Mai,

Gaoling was incredible! It’s so SO cool getting to travel around the Earth Kingdom and being able to really appreciate the cultures. I’ve learned a lot since I came to Kyoshi Island and we started going out on recruitment trips.

Although I do agree: A trip to Caldera would be nice. I’d love any excuse to see you! I know we’re both busy, though.

I’m sorry to hear about the complications between you and Zuko. And I know you can kick his ass yourself, but my offer still stands if you should need it. Or, like you said, you can come visit me here to get some distance from everything.

It’s hard to believe it’s nearing a year since the end of the war and me moving to Kyoshi Island. It’s still weird not having you close by, but it’s nice we can at least write letters. It doesn’t replace seeing you face-to-face, but it helps.

Spring is making me miss you more, I think. Remember when we would try to catch falling cherry blossoms, just the two of us in your backyard? I miss being that young and carefree. I miss seeing you like that. It was the one time you would let your guard down and allow yourself to smile.

I don’t think I ever told you, but you really do have the prettiest smile.

If I can ever convince Suki to take a Kyoshi Warrior trip to the Fire Nation, I’ll be sure to let you know. But until then, I’ll miss you and I’ll keep writing.

Yours always,

Ty Lee

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Ty Lee,

Sorry for the long break in letters. I’ve read all three you sent, but I was having trouble writing a response. Zuko and I have officially ended things. I moved out of the palace. I’m living with Aunt Mura now and working full time in the flower shop. My mom keeps trying to convince me to move home and I’m running out of ways to politely decline the offer.

I’m sorry this letter is no good. I don’t have much else to say.

I hope I’ll see you soon. I miss you.

Sincerely,

Mai

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Mai,

There’s no need to apologize! I’ll treasure any letter you send regardless of how long or short it is. It’s as close as I can get to having you with me.

I’m sorry to hear about you and Zuko. :( I know I’m far away, but let me know if there’s anything I can do!

I will say, I’m glad you moved in with your aunt instead of your parents. I know you don’t want to be too mean to your mom, but you’ll be much better off staying with Mura. Hopefully your mom will back off soon and understand that you don’t want to live with her anymore without you having to tell her it isn’t good for your mental health.

I hope you’re enjoying working at the flower shop! I know you always really liked that place. I used to think it was so unlike you to be happy helping out there, but I understand better now. It’s fitting, I think. You remind me of flowers sometimes; flowers don’t always recognize their beauty and worth either. But remember that you are always worthy of love and happiness.

I hope it doesn’t sound like I’m trying to guilt you with how much I say this, but I miss you. I don’t think I’ll ever stop missing you. A summer thunderstorm rolled through last night, and I thought of us hiding under the blankets in my bedroom. I was way more scared than you were, but you hid with me anyways. I really appreciate that. I’m not scared of thunder anymore, but I wouldn’t say no to building another blanket fort hideout.

The summer sun here is hot, but the heat of Caldera was worse. Take care of yourself. Remember to drink water and don’t stay out in the sun for too long without anything to shade you.

Yours always,

Ty Lee

— —

Ty Lee,

I miss you too, no guilt intended.

Mura and Zuko both say I should visit you. Would that be okay? You asked if there was anything you could do to help, and all I could think was that I really miss your hugs.

Sincerely,

Mai

— —

Mai,

PLEASE come visit!!! I will give you as many hugs as you want!!!!!!!

Yours always,

Ty Lee

PS: Wait, you’re still talking to Zuko? Also you don’t have to wait for another response from me before you leave Caldera. Just come. I’ll tell Suki to expect you soon. Unless you don’t want to come, in which case, you’re free to stay! But I really really would love for you to visit.

— —

Ty Lee,

Yes, Zuko and I still talk. It’s complicated.

Next week is the last week of summer, and there’s usually a rush in the shop that week, so I’ll leave at the start of the following week.

See you soon!

Yours,

Mai

— —

“This is so much better than the letters,” Ty Lee whispers, burying her face in Mai’s shoulder. She’s clinging to Mai like her life depends on it, but Mai doesn’t mind because she’s doing the same in return. And Ty Lee is right; this is far better than the letters they’ve exchanged in the past year. Mai has kept each one, safe in a box on a shelf in her room where she can reread them whenever she’s missing Ty Lee more than usual.

But Ty Lee in person is a million times better than ink and paper and even the pressed flowers.

“I missed you,” Mai says, as if that hasn’t been stated in every letter sent between them. But it’s important, and it means more than just those three words. It means I’m glad to see you again and Times may change but our friendship remains and I’m home.

It expresses the love that the two of them spent so long pushing down and ignoring, because how could they be together in a world that would lock them up for their feelings?

“I missed you too.”

The hug breaks, but Ty Lee doesn’t let go of Mai’s arms, and Mai doesn’t want her to. Mai wants her to hold on forever, never wants to be apart from her again. She wants to throw caution to the wind and beg to stay.

But she doesn’t. Not yet.

She takes a deep breath, inhaling the clean Kyoshi Island air, tinged with the first chilled breezes of autumn. She looks around to assure no one else has come outside to check on them. She never figured out, exactly, what to say now. But she knows she needs to say something.

Zuko had convinced her, actually. Mai, I know you. You won’t do this without a push, so I’m pushing you. Go to Kyoshi Island. Tell Ty Lee how you feel. I’m almost certain she feels the same.

And once Zuko had pointed out the signs, Mai couldn’t stop seeing them either. It was written between each line in every letter Ty Lee sent her. It was in the pressed flowers and the neat creases in the paper. It was in the space between every single letter.

I LOVE YOU.

“Ty Lee,” Mai whispers. She leans in slightly on instinct, desperate to be closer. They’ve been so far apart for so long and even though Ty Lee’s hands remain firmly wrapped around her arms, Mai can hardly stand the space still lingering between them. She wants to melt into Ty Lee’s body so they can never be separated again.

“Please stay,” Ty Lee says. One hand drops Mai’s arm to cup her cheek instead. “I don’t think I can bear to say goodbye again. I know I told you I didn’t want to guilt you into coming here, and I didn’t, but— I couldn’t say everything in the letters. Some things need to be said in person.”

“You did say it,” Mai assures her. “And I think I’ve always felt the same. That’s why Zuko and I never could have worked. I always— It was always you. I’ve always been yours.”

Ty Lee smiles. “Your letters said it too. I was worried I was reading them wrong.”

Mai shakes her head. “You should know no one knows me as well as you do.”

“Mai—” Ty Lee starts, then stops abruptly. Instead of saying anymore, she lifts herself onto her tiptoes, angling Mai’s face downward.

Mai takes her cue and closes the distance between them.

#this song goes so hard i love it so much #someday i want to write an in.uokko fic based off it.. but i might clean this up / add more and post it on ao3 too eventually #that'll be a project for next year tho #anyway ty for the ask and i hope you enjoy!! <3 #mailee #mai #ty lee #atla #a:tla #avatar #avatar: the last airbender #ty lee x mai #fanfic #grace's writing tag #ask game #elli tag

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